“Everyone wants some magical solution for their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic.” -The Mad Hatter
Brews, elixirs, concoctions.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Dreaming is a wish right from the heart.
Magic was so easy as a child. Do you remember? The belief of it was much easier than the possibility to disbelieve in it. It just was. A fact. No doubt about it. Real as the day is long.
Kids see magic in all things. In the snowflakes dancing from the sky, in the wand of a fairy, the probabilities of closet monsters, the enchantment and abracadabra of a rose. Never once questioning the possibilities. The wonder. The amazement.
When is it that we stop believing but continue wishing? Wishing for a prince, but stop believing in ourselves to be the princess. Wishing for a fairytale ending, but refusing to believe in the path to get us there. Wishing for beauty, yet not believing in the design. Wishing for transformation, but not believing in the power of it.
If you stepped outside the realm of your life, imagine it as a box, crafted of glass. Take a minute. Peer inside.
What are you truly wishing for but desperately failing to believe in? What wishes envelop your every waking thought, but disbelief suffocates their breath? What wishes, like candle flames, have been lit in your soul, but fear threatens to snuff them out?
Can you see it? Catch it. Wrap it up in your hands. Place it securely in your heart.
Believe in it.
Believe the entire, wild, crazy thing.
Most important, believe in you.