Wishes come to men, at a time most untimely. Some call it hallucinations, and some, stupidity.
As a boy, he wished to be a man. As a man, he wished to be a saint. In summer, he wishes for rain. In winter, he wishes for the sun.
The heart, once again wins the battle! It is curious, and yes, very much cunning. It travels or rather hops continuously knowing not where it would halt. Free like the albatross, his escapades take him to new terrains of pain and pleasure.
When the expectations are close to nothing, here comes the salvage; it's called the new wish...The wish to see. The wish to feel. The wish to live.