Wish lists can be crazy.
I continuously get scared of imagining what would happen and how the world would pan out if the wishes could come true.
Would I be half an FBI officer shooting bad guys and half a boxer fighting for glory? Would I be coming home to half a lovely wife and cute twin kids, and half a gloomy and lonely apartment with lots of books and whiskey?
It’s a bemusing thought, it is.
I think it’s better this way.
I sure do want to hold the pretty girl in my arms forever, but may be the effort I put to reach there would make it sweeter rather than a wave of a magic wand.
I once walked 8 km to save 4 bucks so I could buy a sweet. The next day a lady offered me the same sweet at my home tuition. Back then, I wasnt sure why it didnt taste as good as the one the day before.
I think I figured it out now.
