Wishes are powerful.
As a man wakes, walks, or works; he has many wishes running in his mind. That shows how powerful wishes can be.
Wishes lead to action; for all actions start as wishes.
And wishes are thoughts; inhabitants of the mind.
Wishes are desires. Without wishes, there cannot be longings.
“Make a wish,” they say. But wishes are not more than that. They are mere wishes without action. With actions, wishes become powerful.
You wish to step in the Moon? Take a trip to space.
You wish to be a millionaire? Work for it or play the lottery.
Both are actions.
Wishes can be great. They can be powerful.
But they can also be powerless. Try as much as you can, such wishes can never be fulfilled.
A girl looks at her dad and says, “Wish I were daddy, I won’t have to sweep the floor.”
That’s just a wish. She can never be daddy.
And she’s a girl; still young to be mummy.
A man walks into his son’s classroom to see happy boys enjoying their studies. He remembers his days. He shakes his head and whispers, “Wish I could be seven again.”
Sorry, that’s just another wish. His time has passed.
A woman sees young ladies with cute faces. She rushes to the mirror and says, “Wish I could become a spinster.”
That’s a wish – a mere wish.
Not anymore. She has aged!
The young wish to grow older; the old wish to get younger.
Wishes! Wishes! Wishes! Who will calm the noise? Who will stop wishes from murmuring in the head?
The poor wish they were rich. But they may lose their peace.
The rich wish they knew peace. But they could become poor.
Such is the fate of a certain man who grew up in a village. He loved the serenity and care. But there was little to eat. Later, he found his way to the city and became rich.
Now he owns a private jet. But peace and sleep now elude him.
Each time he flies over his village, he looks down from his jet and says, “Wish I could know the peace of that place again.”
But he’s not prepared to drop his wealth. That’s the nature of wishes.
They can torment the mind.
Who can understand the character of wishes? The more you dig, the less you discover.
Wishes and ironies are brothers.
Followers wish they were leaders; but leaders wish they were followers.
Such is the wish of one leader. He’s bothered by the criticisms from his followers. He wishes they could understand him. He wishes he was in their shoes; and they in his shoes. “They would know better,” he claims.
But no leader wants to leave the rein.
Complain he may; he wouldn’t come down from the horse. He would rather hold the leash.
The home front is not left out.
Singles wish they were married; the married wish they could break loose.
Husbands wish they were wives; collecting all the money.
Wives also wish they were husbands; giving out the money, and retaining the powers of the Head!
Who will tame wishes?
Subordinates wish they were bosses. “The pay would be better,” they mutter.
Bosses wish they were subordinates. The pressure would be lower, they reason.
Ask them to swap positions. The bosses will likely object.
Such is the irony of wishes.
Some writings come as wishes; wishes that readers could understand the minds of the writers.
This is such writing.
It comes with a wish; a wish that you would read and understand my thoughts.
How I just wish!