A legend once claimed that a wish would be granted to one who makes a thousand cranes. There have been many stories based around this myth. And once in while, someone will fold a thousand cranes in the sincerest hope that a wish would come true.
Some time ago, I had something I really wanted and needed fulfilled. On a whim, and perhaps prompted by the bleakness of the situation, I started making cranes. Since then, whenever I had a piece of scrap paper, a receipt, trash mail, and anything else I can get my hands on, I would fold it into a crane. I would then store the crane in a shoe box in the corner of my room, and count them every month or so. A thousand is quite a large number, but with enough time, I got there.
My wish did not come true. It was just a false fantasy after all.
Today, while cleaning out my old home—I am moving once again—I found those cranes still in those shoeboxes.  It is a bit surprising just how many there are.  They will probably be tossed and scattered. Though the wish failed, I suppose the cranes did give me a bitter romantic hope.
- Sorry for the lack of posts and for being so distant and unresponsive to emails, comments, and stuff lately. Moving is super exhausting. I will be back to normal activity soon.
- By the way, not a single one made with one hand. I did try, but they were all too small.