Three Wishes

“One wish.” The genie stated, crossing his arms emphatically. The young man was flustered. The legends had always said it would be three, but he didn’t want to argue the point and possibly lose the one on offer. He scratched his head, looking around the dimly lit cave in which he had found the lamp. He thought for a while about what would bring him ultimate joy. Perhaps it would be money, perchance fame, maybe he should wish for power or possibly wisdom? The man thought and debated, going back and forth between each but realizing he didn’t know which was the best choice. The genie, seeing the young man’s dilemma and taking pity, offered him the advice of three previous benefactors.

The young man agreed and was instantly transported to the realm of a regal Lord. The Lord was dressed in all his splendor; jewels adorned his crown and gold hung around his neck, he wore shining rings that clasped tightly to rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and diamonds. His court was full of laughing attendants who praised and fawned over the king. Stern warriors with polished arms and armor stood at attention before the magnificent throne of silver and gold. The Lord looked down on the man, recognizing one who had found the magical lamp. “What question would you have for such a grand and prosperous ruler?”

The young man was unsure of the etiquette or if such a thing existed within this conjured space. Deciding to err on the safe side he bowed awkwardly before quickly asking, “What is it that you wished for?”

The king spread his arms wide, standing tall before his throne and before those gathered about. With a booming voice, he responded, “Wealth, of course! What fool would not wish for wealth? With wealth, one can obtain all that one desires!”

With that, the room faded and now standing in front of the young man was a mighty warlord. Before him stretched miles upon miles of conquered territory and thousands served under his banner. None could stand before his might and all paid homage to this unstoppable ruler. “What question would you have for such a mighty and indomitable conqueror?”

Forgoing any protocol which might be expected the young man inquired, “What is it you wished for?”

The great champion threw his arms wide, gesturing to all that he had subdued, “I wished for power! What fool would wish for anything else? With power, one can take all that they desire!”

Again, the scene faded, and before the young man stood an ordinary person in front of a small and shabby house. He was old and his hair was gray. Liver spots dotted his wrinkled skin. His health was poor and his clothes were stained and patched. He had a contented smile on his face and his eyes shone with mirth. It was apparent that he had not wished for power or money. “What question would you have for a humble, sickly old man like me?”

The young man was confused. He could not believe that this frail person before him had ever had their wish granted or any favor bestowed. He looked around for the one he was supposed to ask but when the image did not change, he put forth his question. “What did you wish for?”

The old man gave him a wide grin, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Wisdom,” the young man concluded.

Rich laughter erupted from the old man. It was so full of mirth and sincerity that the young man couldn’t help but smile. “I am too smart to want to be wise, but not so silly that I cannot see that this world is full of pain and full of grief. Life isn’t fair and will leave you wondering if it is worth the strife. What fool would wish for anything else but to find happiness? Happiness will provide you with everything you desire.”