Have you ever wondered why someone came up with all those stupid wishing myths?? You know “If you see a shooting star make a wish.” “If you see three different cars with their one headlight out say ‘puh-diddle’,  and make a wish.” Blowing out your candles on your birthday.? Why would anyone come up with that? It’s just a false hope. I found that no matter how many wishes I make…not one of them come true. It’s a waste of hope. It’s believing in a possibility that life could get easier but it never does. So if I know all this why is it that I insist upon wishing when I blow out my candles? Why do I find my gaze staring up into the night sky searching the heavens for a streak of light to cross my view? Why do I end up muttering that stupid “puh-diddle” word when I’m driving down the road? Most of all why do I still have the hope to believe in each wish I make? What is it that is inside my heart that tells me to hold on to those dense hopes and dreams that I have? For some reason no matter how many wishes that don’t come true for me I still believe that maybe, just maybe, the next one will. Perhaps it’s just giving up on wishing that gets to me. I don’t like to give up on anything, or anyone for that matter. So you know maybe wishes are stupid false hopes that only end up getting you down, but you know, maybe that one time that you didn’t make that wish because you thought it would never come true, maybe that ONE time God was listening to your wish, my wish. So I guess I’m just going to be one of those peopel that lay out in my yard at night in the summer time and keep my eyes toward the sky, look for my shooting star, and when I find it make a wish that just might come true. Maybe God will be listening and if not, well I’ll catch him on the flip side. Some other night, some other star, some other wish.