Wishing

There are so many things that people wish for. But, why do we? Why is that, when we were younger everyone told us, if you wish upon a shooting star your dreams come true? Do they do it to preserve our naivety? Do they do it so that we learn to hope? So that we learn to dream, no matter how impossible or strange the dream may seem?

I dont know the answer. But the interesting thing is, that now that I'm older I know a lot of my wishes wont come true. And yet I still wish, I still dream for the impossible to happen. Its' weird, I think, that all of my silly hopes and dreams are still here inside me.

I guess a lot of us wish things because we want to better our lives. Or maybe even better someone else's. Maybe. . . . . . . .Or maybe we wish because we are selfish. Because we want things that we cant have. Maybe its because our imagination, if you let it, tells you anything can happen. Even its the craziest thing in the world.

As a child I used to wish for the most selfish of things. I used to dream that one day I would be the best, and the prettiest and the smartest. Then a year or so later I realized that I will never become the prettiest or the most powerful or the smartest. There are always things out there that are larger than I am. Maybe I realized this earlier than most because of the house hold I live in. . . . . . .But thats what I learned.

I think that every girl, boy, man and woman deserrves the chance to wish, to dream, to feel free. Even for a little while. Even if its just and escape from reality before it comes crashing down on you. Thats what I did. Though, i am now so caught up in my dreams, I really do wish it was real. Even when I know it most likely will never happen.

All the same, I will keep wishing. I will keep dreaming. I will keep drifting off into my own imagination even if its just for a moment, so that I can escape from this harsh and cold reality.