my wishes

Sick and tired of unkindness, meanness, jealousy I desperately wish I had a never-ending bunch of flowers in hand out of which I could offer every passer-by a nice fresh smelling red rose, I wish I could make every man on the planet feel special.
if I could I would not let anyone die without experiencing being madly loved; I wish I had the chance , even if for seconds , to die for as many times as they are humans on the earth to prove them they are worthy of love to this enormous extent , they are worthy of someone dying for them.
I wish people wouldn’t label me mad if I approached them in the street indiscriminately, if I looked into their eyes , cried and shouted in their faces
“I was born to make you happy”
I wish I was really born just to make total strangers happy even if that meant I had to lose my own happiness.
I would still want to cheer people up even if I had to suffer their hardship in return , if only I could see them smile, hardship is sweeter than sugar.
Whenever a really bad thing happens in my life I stand up and thank God that it’s me for whom this has happened and no one else , because I know I can stand it , I know.