So I don’t really wish on stars. But I do wish on 11:11, whenever I catch it at least, and sometimes the occasional runaway eyelash. And that’s because I believe in wishes. I one hundred percent believe that if you wish for something hard enough, it can come true. But it’s not like magic. If you wanna make a wish, and make that wish come true, you’re going to have to work for it.
As much as I hate to admit it, life is not a fairy tale. There can be magical moments, for sure, and some days will be better than others, but for the most part we don’t all have fairy godmothers around to fix our problems or provide us with the glass slippers we need to get into the ball. If you want glass slippers, you gotta go and get them yourself.
This isn’t to say this isn’t possible – it totally is and that’s what’s great about it. There’s more than just one way to get yourself those glass slippers.
But that doesn’t stop me from wishing, nor does wishing for something make me feel any less thrilled when it’s finally accomplished. The wish doesn’t deplete from the achievement, because I know it wasn’t the wish itself that allowed me to achieve whatever it was – it was me and all the hard work I put into granting myself that wish. Because I made the wish, especially if I make the same wish repeatedly, I know that it’s something I really want and so will be motivated to work hard for.
So I think wishes are great. They’re my number one motivator. It shows me what I’m willing to work for. If you’re not willing to work for it, then ultimately that means it’s not that important to you in the grand scheme of things, and eventually your wishes will turn to something else.
I encourage everyone to keep on wishing, keep on dreaming and believing. When you work for that wish, it makes it all the sweeter to get it because you made it happen. And in the end, isn’t that the kind of fairy tale we want to pass on?