It’s not because I’ve suddenly become cynical and grumpy, nor skeptical or doubtful. I didn’t stop wishing at 11:11 because I thought that my wishes weren’t going to come true, nor did I come to a conclusion that the whole thing was dumb and pointless. I stopped making wishes at 11:11, because I realized that I didn’t need to wish for anything.
If you are unfamiliar with the phenomenon known as “wishing at 11:11”, it’s basically what it’s name would suggest: when the clock strikes 11:11, you make a wish. It’s kind of a big deal to some people.
Part of my realization that I don’t need to wish for anything comes from me wanting to earn success, as opposed to have it handed to me. For example, I could wish for my blog to be successful. But first of all, it is already successful by my own definition of success, and secondly, I wouldn’t want my blog to be successful because of a magical 11:11 wish; I would want it to be successful because I worked hard to earn that success.
I stopped wishing at 11:11 because I realized I didn’t need to wish for my dreams to happen. I can make them happen. I would rather spend my time working hard to make my dream happen, instead of staring at the clock and wishing for it to happen on its own.
I also realized that a lot of things that I would or could wish for at 11:11 are kind of silly, because I already have them. For example, maybe I would wish to “have a really good day today”. Instead of telling that wish to my alarm clock, I think I would be far better suited to make my own day “really good” by doing things that make me happy (or, if all else fails, watching cat videos on Youtube).
In a strange way, it is kind of reassuring to not wish at 11:11. Not only does it prevent me from not wasting my time staring at the clock and waiting for it to change, but to me it kind of symbolizes a sense of peace about my life. It is an understanding that I do not need to wish for things to happen, because those things either already exist in my life, or I can make them happen anyways.
If I was to make any wish on 11:11, it would probably be for other people’s 11:11 wishes to come true. My second period class at school is during 11:11, and at my table group as soon as someone says “guys it’s 11:11!” we are all silent for a minute as we make our wishes. The blind hope in these four numbers to make our wishes come true is beautifully hopeful and optimistic.
However, I don’t miss making 11:11 wishes. It’s kind of a frantic minute, thinking of all the possible things to wish for. Wishing for my friends’ wishes to come true is easier; and maybe I would also wish for them to come to the conclusion that the power to make their wishes come true lies not in a clock, but within themselves.
I think part of the reason I enjoyed wishing at 11:11 so much is because of the novelty of it. It is, for lack of a better word, fun to wait for the clock to display the same digit four times, and then make a wish and hope it comes true. But you know what’s even more fun than making an 11:11 wish?
Making it come true.