I used to believe in magic.
Even some magicians had me fooled.
I probably still don’t know how they do the whole coin behind your ear-thing.
I was always skeptical of those that would make people appear out of nowhere.
It’s like I knew I was being tricked.
What’s worse though is that I almost always assumed that there was another sort of magic that would help me in my quest.
Yea, I thought I was on a quest from the moment I was a kiddo. That has never changed.
I thought that there were certain things that I had to do to reach my quest.
I thought that I would have to meet my person and then the rest of the dominoes would sort of just fall into place.
I thought this would not happen by coincidence. I thought this would happen because of the magic that the universe wanted to show off.
I thought that it would be more or less the universe pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
And it would know the exact time I would need to find this person, or this person would have to find me.
Because that’s kind of how it works from like a basic point, right?
You find a person.
Whether you were looking for that person or not.
The chances you had of meeting your person was low.
The chances you had of meeting that person and liking them in the first place is even smaller.
The chances you have of having children with that person are low.
I know people that have tried for years to have kids with their partner and it just doesn’t happen.
Then BOOM.
They separate, and they both have their children right away.
I don’t think that’s a coincidence although many people will.
I think that’s the result of magic.
Magic exists.
Destiny exists.
The universe toys with us and it knows what it’s doing in the long run.
We may not understand it.
Just like that coin trick.
But it’s there and it happens.
And sometimes I think the universe knows it’s just showing off.
So look back on all of those times that something slightly different could have happened.
How many times could you have met your person before, but didn’t?
How possible is it that you would’ve been doing something different instead of being where you were to get to your point.
How is it that things work out in your favor even when you weren’t expecting that at the moment.
How timing can be a bitch, but timing can also be the ultimate decision-maker in everything.
That’s magic.
All you have to do is believe in it that way.

I guess I stopped believing for a while.

But what’s life without believing anyways?