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Wishful Thinking

Wish on your left hand, spit in the right hand. Tell me my good friend what do you expect? I'll tell you. Nothing! Do you understand? Wishing is nothing but willful neglect. To sit awaiting your ship to come in is just pie-in-the-sky for the dreamers. For most if not all, take it on the chin for the fantasies of these believers. The spit in the hand is of little use perhaps flattening cowlick one morning. Yet even this task of digestive juice has worthwhileness more useful than yearning. Young children are known to wish on a star but as an adult you'll never get far.

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