In the backyard of the universe, there is one shop. There has been no sign on the store for a long time, it was once taken away by a space hurricane, and the new owner did not begin to nail it down, because every local resident already knew that the store was selling wishes. The assortment of the store was huge: you could buy almost everything here.
Huge yachts, apartments, marriage, the post of vice president of a corporation, money, children, favorite job, big breasts, winning a competition, big cars, football clubs, power, success, diamond rings and much, much more. Only life and death were not sold (this was done by the head office, which was located in another Galaxy).
Everyone who came to the store (and there are also those who wish, who have never entered the store, but remained sitting on their bottom and wanting), first of all, found out the value of their desire. The prices were different.
For example, the job you love was worth giving up stability and predictability, the willingness to plan and structure your life on your own, faith in your own strengths and allowing yourself to work where you like, and not where you need to.
Power was worth a little more: you had to give up some of your beliefs, be able to find a rational explanation for everything, be able to refuse others, know your worth (and it should be high enough), allow yourself to say "I", declare yourself, despite the approval or disapproval of others.
Some of the prices seemed strange. Marriage could be obtained practically for nothing, but a happy life was expensive - personal responsibility for one's own happiness, the ability to enjoy life, knowledge of one's desires, refusal of the desire to correspond to others, a slight feeling of guilt, the ability to appreciate what is, permission to be happy, awareness of their own value and importance, refusal of bonuses "sacrifice", the risk of losing some friends and acquaintances.
Not everyone who came to the store was ready to immediately buy a wish. Some, seeing the price, immediately turned around and left. Others stood for a long time in thought, counting the cash, and pondering where to get more funds. Someone started to complain about too high prices and asked the owner for a discount or asked when there would be a sale.
And there were those who took their savings out of their pockets and received their cherished desire, wrapped in a beautiful, rustling paper. Other customers looked enviously at the lucky ones, whispering among themselves that, probably, the owner of the store was their acquaintance and the desire went to them just like that, without any difficulty.
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The store owner was often asked to lower prices to increase the number of customers. But he always refused, saying that the quality of desires would suffer from this.
When the owner was asked if he was afraid to go broke, he shook his head and replied that at all times there will be brave souls who are ready to take risks and change their lives, abandon the usual and predictable life, capable of believing in themselves and in their desires, having the strength and means to pay for the fulfillment of their desires.
PS On the door of the store there is a notice: "If your wish is not fulfilled, then it has not yet been paid for."