I can't tell you how many stars I wished on over the years.
What's relevant is that none of those wishes were granted. I admit to still wishing upon a star now and then despite that fact. Maybe I'm a dreamer. Or a kid who never grew up.
I recall wishing the same wish every night (regardless of the weather) throughout the 2016 presidential campaign, "Please don't let Trump win."
Right up until the end it looked bad for Donnie but then reality slapped me (and most of the country) in the face. The unthinkable happened. Trump won.
I finally had to concede wishing is a waste of time although I still find myself peeking out windows searching the night sky for deliverance.
I've tried wishing wells tossing in my loose change when I came upon one. It didn't take long to realize I wasn't getting my money's worth. Not one wish was granted.
It didn't me long to realize that rabbit's feet keychains were not lucky for me or the rabbit.
Because I strive to be an optimist, I still do wishful thinking where I allow my imagination some playtime. Otherwise, if I didn't the pessimistic side of my nature would assert itself.
To be clear. I'm not encouraging anyone to quit wishing upon stars or anything else. I've found wishing is a positive thing. It temporarily puts us in a good place.
Just don't count on your wishes coming true. That's taking it a step too far.
As it stands, hope and wishes are two different things. One is based upon some empirical evidence, and the other one on a Disney movie.
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