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).

To be honest, I think I’d be calmer if I didn’t...
To be honest, I think I’d be calmer if I didn’t…

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.