IF WISHES WERE HORSES
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
It’s as if a beggar found his horse when Kyle from the movie 'Status Update' received a new phone to replace his old, shattered one, which he lost to bullies he couldn’t confront.
The mysterious vendor introduced Kyle to the 'universe app.' This app had a unique ability: anything you input into it would come to life. All that was required was to 'update your status’.
Despite his initial confusion, Kyle accepted the gift and left. That night, the vendor’s voice lingered in his mind, sparking his curiosity. Intrigued, Kyle decided to update his status. The next day, to his shock, his long-lost father made a sudden and unexpected return.
When wishes turn into horses, beggars could ride them to death.
Kyle rode his horse almost to exhaustion, perhaps unaware of the terms and conditions associated with using the universe app. One moment, he found himself transformed into a classically trained singer; the next, he was fighting like Bruce Lee or playing professional ice hockey
There’s a saying up north that "a vulture does not know the price of a carcass." How true!
All of Kyle’s wishes were granted, but eventually, he realized that he hadn’t made the best use of the app. In the end, he had to let go because it had caused wreckage equal to the amount of good it had brought him.
Wishes could turn into horses sometimes, and when they do, the chances of abuse are usually significant. For "when purpose is not known," says Myles Munroe, "abuse is inevitable."
Well, here's what motivated the article. I've always wished I had more time to do the things I wanted to do; write more, talk to kids, and meet new people.
Lately, my wish turned into a foal, not a grown horse, but at least something close. I got scared to ride it, afraid I’d ride the foal to death. So I just sit by, procrastinate, watch movies, joke around and wait for when my foal will be ready for the big ride.
After finally obtaining the long-sought time I thought I needed, I didn’t realize it was the right time; I wanted it to be the perfect time. The perfect time never arrived, and the wasted time waved from afar, never to return
I felt like the character in Neil Diamond’s song when he says:
"It used to be so natural
To talk about forever,
But 'used to be’s' don’t count anymore
They just lay on the floor
'Til we sweep them away"
Oh yes! I feel like that character who would whine and talk about forever, but forever seemed to wave from afar.
Guess it’s true that time is an illusion? There’s always time for the right things; it just isn’t always the perfect time
