Why I Still Believe in Magic

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. – Roald Dahl

Look around.
Do you see it?
Do you feel it?

There is magic all around us. What? You don’t believe me, well darling, you should and I’ll tell you why.

Growing up we are given images, movies, books, television that are filled with fantastical notions, with magic, with a belief in something powerful. Growing up we are shown the value of the things around us, how not to take the little things for granted and how to make the best out the things we are given. Growing up we are surrounded with love and family. Growing up our imaginations run wild with reckless abandon. Growing up we couldn’t wait to see what Santa had left under our trees.

How could we lose that twinkle in our eyes so easily…

When I was younger I was convinced that the magic that I read about in Harry Potter, The Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings was real. That the Halliwell sisters, Halloweentown, a genie as your best friend and magic carpet rides were all real. I lived inside my imagination for hours straight wondering when it would be my time to access my magic and learn how spells worked. I still, pull out my replica wands because I am such a nerd, and say the incantations like Hermione. But unlike the ease with which magic came to them, to me there was nothing. The feather wouldn’t float, nothing exploded or turned into an animal – no matter how hard I tried. But still, I lived inside my imagination and never gave up on magic.

Make a wish.
Place it in your heart.

Even though I grew up and stopped believing in that type of magic once my Hogwarts letter never came in the mail (don’t think I have given up yet), I never gave up on the idea of magic. I grew older and a little wiser. I allowed my imagination to be something I hold close to my heart and  not something I lived in daily. I grounded myself in reality and allowed myself to find magic in the mundane.

How can you not believe in magic when we live on a little blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea.

Maybe magic isn’t casting a spell but something so ordinary that we can all grasp it in our hands. Maybe magic is waking up in the morning with a smile on your face turning over and facing the one person that makes you feel ecstatic and nervous. Maybe magic is the promise of what tomorrow could bring and a future that is so bright it pales in comparison to anything you could imagine. Tomorrow, next week, five years everything could change and maybe you’re not here or maybe the person you’ve fallen in love with has left, but that is not now and right now, you are here and together.

Now believe it can come true.

Magic is encountering an obstacle that you never thought you would overcome but you do. It’s running that marathon or chasing a dream. Magic is having someone come into your life unexpectantly and making your world a better place. Magic is kissing that one person you have been waiting your lifetime to kiss and having it leave you smiling for hours afterwards. It’s getting goosebumps when you relate to something one the TV screen, in the pages of a book or the lines of a movie.

Magic is the first snowfall of Winter and the whole town or city you live in becomes a picturesque landscape. It’s when the sun kisses the night sky and the moon rises only to allow the sun to rise again the next day. Magic is seeing the grass regrow after frost has killed it and the smell after you cut it for the first time. It’s how birds know exactly where they are going and when to go there, but somehow still know exactly where home is.

Magic is babies being born into the world. It’s watching the strength of a woman going through the process to bring a life. It’s how they are new, innocent and hopeful coming into this world head first. Magic is hearing them cry for the first time only to be soothed by your touch. It’s their first smiles. Magic is knowing that you will forever be their first true love and they are yours. It’s seeing the light go off in their eyes when they finally understand a new word or take their first steps.

Magic is the smell of old books. It’s stepping into an antique bookstore and knowing that those books have stories that their pages will never be able to tell. It’s finding the lines within that resonate in you feelings that you never thought you could express. Magic is falling in love with fictional characters and having your heart-broken when you have to let go of them at the end. Magic is what you hear in the notes of a song. It’s how the lyrics allow you to understand something that has evaded you for so long.

Magic is the first sip of coffee or tea in the morning. It’s the smell that allows your senses to wake up and get your day started. Magic is running into an old friend and having things fit back into place. It’s how no matter how much time has passed, being with them is still easy and exciting. Magic is being able to sit through the quiet moments where no one is saying a word but yet it is not uncomfortable. It’s how two strangers can lock eyes and know that there is a brilliance behind them.

Magic is falling in love. It’s missing that person profoundly when they are not with us and holding them that much closer when they are. It’s getting lost in your eyes. Magic is the kindness that runs through us all despite the hatred that fills the outside world. Magic is when I close my eyes, I see you and when I open them, there you are. 

It’s moments like these and so many more that make me believe in magic. These moments that are so mundane that hold the true magic that is life. The moments that make you so inexplicably happy. The moments that we take for granted all too easily and fail to see them for what they really are. This is our magic, you just have to look a little closer to find it.

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