Do not waste your time, child.
Wishing a seed to be a tree does not make it grow.
Do not wish- work.
Do not hope- believe.
For the sweat of your brow will gather to a puddle, and when that puddle flows, it will grow to a stream, falling and filling, creating a river.
Throw a stone into that river and it will continuously ripple.
The effect of your labor.
Your labor a creation not only of desire, but of your belief.
Believe you are a bird, and surely, dear... you will fly.