Sometimes you wish for the impossible, because you know that it is impossible, it is improbable, it is unattainable. And you know that you know that it’s all for the sake of wishing and hoping and dreaming and nothing more. But there comes a point in your life where you might think that maybe, just maybe, if you really want something that badly, all of the universe will conspire to give you what that something is for you to be at least marginally happy.

But you didn’t know that in reality, all of it is just one huge stupid illusion — the whole universe will conspire for you to be happy shit is just one big marketing propaganda to sell Coelho’s book. No, the effin’ universe doesn’t care if you want something really really really bad, that you would go to the ends of the earth just so you could be with the person you really really really like, that you would pray every single day that those drawn plans will come true. The universe might even whack you upside in the head or deliver one mighty brain-dislodging slap to wake you up from all that incessant and useless dreaming. Reality check — dreams don’t come true and wishes are just said during effin’ birthdays just for the heck of it. Any dream or wish that comes true is just an anomaly, just a frikkin’ accident. There’s nothing more to it.

And so, because everything — all of it — is for naught, I will stop hoping. I will stop this useless wishing. I will quit all this exhausting and brain-taxing dreaming. Because dreams and wishes and hopes are just crap anyway. Sad reality? Yes, boohoohoohoo, so so so sad. But I gotta suck it up coz it’s frikkin’ fact of life. Eh … whatever.

 

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