Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking...

The dandelion explodes with optimism as I breathe my wish on it.  Its remnants scatter to the winds, and I wonder would it carry my wish to the universe.

Who or what I expected to respond to this request I do not to know.

But the potential of that bounding promise was too much to pass up as a child.  Dandelions, shooting stars and every wishful romantic omen you can think of, I tried them all.  And for what?  Mostly little pointless things.  Things I thought I wanted or needed.  Did I ever believe those wishes would come true and those treasures manifest or was I simply content to daydream.  I cannot say for sure now.
How I would explain the sudden material changes in my life?  Well the prospect of granted wishes excited me too much to worry about the logistics or explanations.  I thought I grew out of that.

It may not be toys, or gold I wish for now.  Not in their raw form.

We all grow older and more cynical, and while many hold on to the hope of a benevolent paternal being, not everyone's wishful thinking is so obvious.  We constantly make promises, deals and bargains, often with ourselves or some unknown entity.
Let this happen.
Stop this happening.
Give me a chance.
And that's okay.  If you work towards that wish, and you are not crying out for a sign as you drift through the muddy waters.  It may be purely comfort, but all too often I hear good things come to those who wait and what's for you won't pass you but these ideas, while comforting are also wishful thinking. You can fall into that pit waiting for the universe to align and give you the help you'll need.  It's hard.
To give up the comfort, after having shrugged off the responsibility.
But inaction is irresponsible.

Better to think of that dandelion as your options.
Some seeds are fruitful, some lost to the wind and elements.
But it is worth the breath you spell.