The lack of a prompt this week from Terrible Minds, led me to Pinterest where I found: "You're a free Genie living in the real world and still discretely grant wishes when you hear them. Tell me what it's like to be you."
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I'm bored ... again. Ridiculous though that may seem, I am.
I've been spending my time amongst the lotus eaters, revelling in the glorious sunshine, the sandy beaches, the bright hues of the crystal clear blue sea. I've eaten a-plenty, food lusciously fresh and simply prepared, I've drunk wines from lightly sparkling to full and fortified, I've walked, rested, danced, slept and talked about everything from the fascinating to the mundane. And now, I'm bored once more.
The problem is it's been too long since I've met anyone who's life I could improve by granting their wish freely. I am surrounded by contentment, by men, women and children for whom life is magical, joyful and filled with plenty. Yet I shrink from moving amongst those for whom life is horrifying - the war-torn and the weather-ravaged countries, their population struggling to survive daily life. I could make a genuine difference there, but how would I choose? I cannot sprinkle my wishes too freely, for then there would be suspicions. Then there would be a witch hunt, worse there would be those who sought to imprision me, ensuring my gifts would be at their disposal alone. Better, then, that I avoid such horrors.
Of course, I know where I could go. I could join that ordinary, everyday world, where some people struggle, whilst others have plenty, where I would find many candidates for my largesse, but not everyone would be deserving. I could spread munificence discretely, making a difference whilst not attracting attention. I've always known that is where I am destined to do my work and I dutifully go there, for the odd decade or two, sometimes even a generation or more.
But when I get there, I find life so dull, so lacking in colour and the people dim and unthinking. One regular occurence is that the wisher isn't very bright, their wish not well thought-out, so their wish rebounds on them. They find themselves in a situation they do not have the tools to handle. They are faced with not just more challenges, but with challenges more difficult than they faced before. Granting their wish often makes them unhappier than previously. And this gives me no joy.
But what if a wisher is not so dim and instead their brain tends towards the sly. To offen I watch them use their wish not only to improve their lives but, in doing so, to tread upon their peers. When I witness such examples of mis-use of my munificience, it injures my heart. After too much of this negativity, I can become drained and whilst my powers become no weaker, I find the desire to use them has dimmed until the light is almost out.
It is an endless struggle to find someone worthy but not dim, someone with both a good brain and purity of heart. But when I do, all often their wishes are not for themselves. Usually they wish something for someone that they love and rarely do they choose wisely. Sighing, I grant their wish, only to stand aside and watch that person receiving the great wealth or power their friend has wished for. Sadly, unless the receiver is also a person of good brain and purity of heart, riches and power will turn their heads, inevitably leading to breaking the heart of their worthy friend.
Only the few understand that to wish for things can be a mis-use of my munificience. To wish for happiness, to wish for the respect of one's fellows, to wish for powers of learning, to wish to salve the souls of the suffering, these wishes carry no burden for the wisher.
So that's how you find me - a Genie with interminable ennui.
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