We tend to search for hope in the oddest things.
I call this picture “the offer” because I can hold it up to someone else in my culture and say “wanna make a wish?”. They can accept or decline.
If breaking off the big part of the wish bone meant that our wishes come true then I’d be able to purchase Donald Trump by now. This also implies that my friend or family member will ‘lose’ and that just sucks. But who cares? I’ll just get Donald to fetch it for them.
What if my wish was for them to win though?
There are many myths surrounding the wishbone. It was sometimes called the ‘merry thought’ in the British Isles. Also, Etruscans practiced a form of divination involving a hen pecking at grains of corn scattered about in a circle divided into sections with letters. A Ouija board of sorts. They would dry the bone by the fire and stroke it, not break it for there merry thought to manifest. Another myth is that a tug-o-war would start and the person with the ‘lucky break’ would have their merry thought come true.
My wish was that Human beings stop being so gullible and stupid. ”Superstition ain’t the way” so sayeth Stevie Wonder. Oh well.
The next picture I call ‘the acceptance’. It implies victory upon acceptance under grace and has zero to do with some magic force that grants wishes to some or curses to others.
By the way… The turkey was delicious and my wish was that the turkey would be delicious. I’m sure that has everything to do with some ancient bullshit and nothing to do with the fact that I can cook like a mofo.