My boyfriend used to say this to me, wishing won’t get you anywhere. By this, I assume that wishing is just useless. Well, in particular sense I mean, it’s never useless to wish someone a happy birthday you know. But the thing is when you wish of something, it’s either you make an action and start a move, or you just don’t. It’s either you’ll get what you wish for or you better not wish for it. Wishes and hopes keep our expectations high, but for me, hoping and wishing are the closest thing to suicide. Once I feel like wishing for something that would never happen, I start to get excited for nothing, and got hurt for everything in the end. That’s what always happen to me. Lessons learned. I try to capture the bigger picture for everything when my heart wanted to live the moment where things really are. It is hard. It’s even harder to be patient to just sit around and wait for things to happen. Wise man would say that the hard work will eventually paid off because there’s always pleasure on the other side of every pain. It is the process that I worry about. So for now, I think I’m just going to let go of the hopes and wishes and maybe start wishing again when I’m ready to get hurt and enjoy the pain again.
xo
