…then beggars would ride. This ancient English proverb, dating from the 16th century, suggests that if wishing could make things happen, then even the most destitute people would have everything they wanted. I get this. I know wishing is a waste of time, but still…I wish with all my heart and with every fibre of my being that my stallion Beau was still alive.
I miss him so much.
He is still the one and only.
Below I am riding him with his two sets of reins in one hand, my right hand, as my left wrist is broken, fully confident that he will take care of me no matter what happens.
“Wishes are held to be ominous; according to which belief the order of the world is so arranged that if you have an impious objection to a squint, your offspring is more likely to be born with one; also, that if you happen to desire a squint, you would not get it. This desponding view of probability the hopeful entirely reject, taking their wishes as good and sufficient security for all kinds of fulfilment.”
― George Eliot
Post in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Wish