Remember how it used to be? Sometimes I think as we get older and older we loose touch with wishing. Or dreaming or wanting. We get very used to the idea of failing or not achieving what we hoped to achieve. People call it being realistic. I call it death! Every 11:11 every 2:22 every wishing well, every candle, every lil flower that’s a weed but when you blow on it all those peddles go floating away, I’m gonna make a wish on! Why? Because if I don’t have “wishes” “hopes” “dreams” for myself who will? I’ll never stop wishing even if my prayer to be able to fly never technically came true…. I still got on a few airplanes in my day and it felt as close to flying as I wish prayed and hoped for as a kid. I’ll keep wishing for impossible things it keeps me pushing forward. So next time some one tells you to make a wish… Believe in you! And make that wish! When you sit down and look through your life your gonna be amazed at how many of them actually did come true!!!