Ya know, I thought I had something to write here. How was I to know that my musings were not translatable into words? At least, not in the time that I alotted myself before going to sleep. I guess I'll just give up on the musing and go to bed. I can tell you one thing, though. Most of the musings began with the same two words:
Wishes may bring problems, such that you regret them. Better that, though, than to never get them.