This magic I am speaking of does not begin from a blinding to reality while telling yourself: "it's all right. everything is all right. Everything is happy." When, in reality, everything may not be so happy at that particular moment. I am not talking about this crazy type of person who blinds themselves against the world but rather I am talking about growth in your sense of observation. While looking at a hat, you observe the number of stitches and tiny nuances that went into it and you do not merely see the outline of a hat. You look at your thumb and you see the tiny nuances of your thumb print, the tiny things that make you you and not merely just an outline of a human being.
Ya dig?
Magic can be real if you let it. Let it.
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