Wishes

What makes me hope?? Against hope?? That someday a fairy Godmother shall come, swish and swoosh her wand, make all my wishes come true??

Ah these wishes!! Why are they never as realistic as they should be?? Why does the heart crave for the things that the brain cannot support??

Why can’t they co-exist, peacefully??

Why should the brain keep reminding me of the extra kilos I’m putting on each time I bite into a Chocolate Fantasy or a Death by Chocolate?? And why does the mind keeps assuring, ‘All that’s gonna be burnt in the jog the next morning’??

Why does my mind have to say “be off to sleep” every morning when my brain keeps scream “off the bed you slug”??

And whys is it easier to give into what the mind wants you to do?? Or rather why isn’t it always so easy to do exactly what your mind asks you for??

“Follow your heart” is what many say. But I most of the times find my heart walk the very unrealistic ways that the brain can never approve of.