Twinkling lights shimmer through a world draped in darkness. Glimmers of gold gently dust the colorless pavement. Sparks of wonder dance through the navy sky, as the gold dust twirls ever so gracefully, filling in the empty air. Illuminating the unknown abyss, the dust holds something-- something special-- something magical.
Magic warms the heart and soul of those brave enough to believe. A wise man once said, “believing is just the beginning.” The young or young at heart become captivated by the curiosity that the gold dust possesses. The world of fantasy blurs its invitation from the distance.
Magic is a hard concept to grasp your head around. There are no words to describe it- other than enchantment, fantasizing this uncanny world we live in. It's fueled by pure acts of kindness, that cost less then that little copper coin. It comes from deep within the soul, in ways that take you from under the darkness. Magic leaves the crevices of your lips starching upward for so long that the muscles holding it there start to become numb.
Your heart flutters as your eyes widen. Magic submerges your veins, downing your body in pure joy as it takes over your mind. You’ll want to breath in every last possible drop of enchantment, if you’re lucky enough to stumble upon it. It disconnects you from the troubles of the world. With just a little faith and trust, little magic moments make life well worth living.
Those who believe in magic share one major similarity-- they believe in dreams. They wish on every star that one day, their dreams will come true. As they muddle through the world, the believers search for sparks of the gold dust. They look high and low, but it's sparse and fragile. When they finally face the dust, it leaves them vulnerable. Even if its scary or uncomfortable, valiant souls swallow their apprehension.
Believers have to let the magic in to truly immerse themselves into the powers of it. They dance through life with their loved ones by their side and drive away from negativity. Although we sometimes fall as we chase our dreams, we can only do one thing: hope that the delicate gold dust can sustain despite the odds.
