“Do you think I could use a magic wand to turn a bowl of Life cereal into a batch of pumpkin pancakes?" I asked my husband, once upon a time. He looked only mildly interested. Hypothetical conversations are not his favorite. But he does enjoy sarcasm. "Sure," he said, dryly. "While you're at it, see if you can turn oatmeal into lasagna."
Hmmm, I thought, ignoring his sarcasm. I studied the magic wand. It was a toy, of course. A gift from my youngest daughter. "Then again," I said, "what would be the point of a magic wand? It would take all the fun out of everything."
And then I thought about that a little more, wondering whether that was true. What good would it do, really, if you could get anything you wanted, in the blink of an eye, and never have to work for it? Actually, I said to myself, that would be really fun. Even though I knew it was a selfish thing to think, it felt pretty good to think it.
Good does not mean you have to be perfect. Sometimes you're better off being real.