I feel the same can be said for prayer or sending good vibes to people. Intent to help is one thing. If you can't physically help someone, you can think (in earnest) about helping someone. Even if you are only 'thinking' about a person you might just come up with a solution to their problem - without lifting a finger. I can say that there have been many times when someone has said to me "I'll be thinking of you" and it made a world of difference.
I prayed for my father, when i was still seduced with the indoctrination of christianity, i prayed every day for him to come home, to come back to me. I'm not starting a fuckin pitty party, just stating the truth. I can fucking think all i fuckin want to about whatever i want. I prayed for years that when i'd come home from school i'd have every video game i could ever imagine. I prayed for the safety of my friends and family as they died one after another.
Have you ever even dealt with the death of a family member, close to you, or a friend? Have you sat their on their bedside watching them die, knowing nothing else to do but fucking pray, but fucking think and fucking hope that some miracle will happen to save their lives so you can spend just one more minute with them, holding their hand and seeing them smile at you from the bedside?
The fuck do you know about thought effecting someone? Fuck yea, if you let someone know you care about them it will make them feel better, dont get me wrong man. But you sit at the bedside of your grandma, someone who has been in your life and has meant EVERYTHING to you, taught you everything, watching and being able to do nothing but hope and pray, and the only sign you get is death. You fucking tell me again how wishful thinking and hope can change ANYTHING.
Live in your fucking fairy tale, create your own reality for all the fuck i give. I've had to face reality, and death, not just my own death but many other loved ones along the way. My jealousy of your perception of reality is completely revealed, it is completely evident. I wish i could think the way you do, or perceive reality they way you do, but i've seen to much reality to pretend it isn't fucking there. To pretend that thinking thoughts will have any difference in anyone else's lives other than letting them know that i am thinking about them.
Watch your father die, in your arms, then get the fuck back on here and reply to me and tell me thoughts make a fucking difference, because they fucking don't.
Fairy tale land, i wish i could live in it too, i wish i could believe like all those who do. I wish i could lie to myself and tell myself i know but i fucking can't. You got a 1up on me man, good fuckin game.