I make wishes at 11.11. Every evening that I spend under the night is sky, is characterized by me looking up in hopes of spotting a shooting star. I spent 16 years waiting to find a dandelion. Why?
It’s somewhat like those childhood days, when you were learning to walk or cycle. You held on tightly to your parent’s hand, you took all the support and rested your fears on their promising soul. But then that moment arrived, when you learned the skill and suddenly you no longer needed that support, but you still didn't let go of the hand. You held on, loosely now; you didn't need them to help you anymore but you needed them just in case you trembled, just in case you fell.
So when you've lost hope, if nothing carries you forward, if nothing inspires you, just maybe that subtle wish that you made on an inconsequential dandelion pushes you.
Yes, life isn't a fairy tale. The world isn't here to make your wishes come true. Trust me, when you believe that those two aforementioned statements are absolutely untrue, that’s when you create your own magic.