Magic

 I don’t believe in magic like when I was a child. Magic could fix anything when I was a child. There was this mysterious force that only the likes of shaman , the Dali lama ,Santa Claus and the Easter bunny could wield .

It could make everything ok. It could make my parents not fight , it could make the lights come back on when they were cut off for lack of payment , it could make food appear in the pantry and if I was lucky enough it could fix me too.

Ofcourse these were the observations of a child. Soon enough I learned that there was no such thing as magic. With that realization the hope that everything would just somehow be ok went away.

I taught my children all these same fairy tales too. An odd thing when you think about it. Giving children all these fanciful stories knowing that one day they too will know are not real.

Last night I was watching a game show with my wife and daughter (21) and I suggested that the game was rigged.

My daughter told me that I take the magic out of everything. 

Ive become so cynical that I would take the magic from my own children. The magic that I myself gave them.

I want to believe in magic again. I want to believe that joy can be instantly given to someone. This thought has made me realize there is still magic in the world.

When I look at my children I can feel instant joy, I can feel instant pain and anguish too if I see them feeling that.

That must be magic. I know what I’m describing is love, the love I have for my family magically makes me feel whatever they feel.

This is real magic I think. Not the type that can build an ice castle or turn a pumpkin into a carriage but the kind that builds indestructible bridges. Bridges that can allow your children to cross any obstacle.

Fairytales are for children. A way of shielding them from all the struggles of this world until they are old enough to know true magic.

True magic is the ability to love another and sacrifice anything for that person so they may have more than you.