I wish to free my body of the fat and flab surrounding its frame, replacing it with lean muscle instead, so that I will be able to look at myself in a full-length mirror and see myself the same with my eyes as I do with my mind. I wish to free the creative powers of my mind and heart to the extent that I am capable of writing a story that touches other people’s minds and hearts so much that they are willing to spend money to own a copy of it. I wish to free my mind from the ever present fog that permeates it, allowing it to create perfectly clear thought and razor sharp memory without the clumsiness of outside help. I wish to free my emotions, so that meeting people I have seen acting creatively on television or the computer, or whose creative works I’ve read, would not cause me to lose vital control of my behavior. Finally, I wish to be free of sin, so that, when the time comes and I must meet my maker, I may look him in the face without fear and hear him declare my efforts to be “well done.”
I hope this reads something like a poem, since that’s how it felt when I wrote it. I’d be interested to see how you’d handle this assignment.