Wishful Thinking

My dogs engage in wishful thinking.  A great deal of it on a regular basis.  Just like the photo above they wish that the entire chicken enchilada casserole will magically fall from the counter top and land at their feet.  The Mother Lode.  If the casserole won't slide and fall to the floor maybe The Frau will drop her plate.  While it is an exceedingly low-probability event It could happen you know.  It would be like magic.  Which I suppose is why they persist in their wishful ways.

I think that people engage in their own version of wishful thinking.  Maybe somehow their circumstances will travel back in time to a place where things are as they were and not as they are today.  Of course, we all know that time travel doesn't exist. If it did it would be like magic.

But if someone promised you the moon and the stars and convinced vulnerable minds that somehow, magically, things would magically be as they used to be I suppose that an individual predisposed to do someone else's bidding might embrace wishful thinking.

If it made them feel better.

At least until the magic bubble is popped.