Believing in "Magic"

One of my favourite places to be in the fall is on the Don Valley Parkway. I love driving down it, and just take in the array of colours. It's beautiful. The way each individual leaf is part of this tapestry of reds, browns, oranges and golds, is a little magical, is what I always thought of it as a kid. Of course, I've known for a while its due to the chlorophyll and cartenoids. But I still like to think of it as a little magic trick of mother nature.

I guess one of the things I'm realizing is that as we grow up, we gain more experiences. We (hopefully) become more wise, but at the same time, we have less new experiences, and sometimes, I feel that less things become special. Things that might have at one time, made us gasp in awe and surprise, might be merely met with a shrug now. It's like part of the "magic" is gone, and it scares me.

We stopped believing in Santa Claus. The fairy god mother. The tooth fairy. Which isn't that big of a deal. But when it comes to the issues that we all might face every day, would we be too cynical to believe in something that we want to happen but might be too shy to admit?

In a world where it seems that a risk factor or some sort of statistic can be calculated for almost everything -- from car insurance to divorce rates, from stocks to best sellers. Will people still believe in "magic?"

The magic in people. The magic of kindness. The magic of compassion. The magic in nature. The magic of love. The magic of forgiveness.

I hope that I may always take that leap -- no matter how difficult it is, and believe in the magic.