The Wild Psyche: Magic

          Today we live in a world where magic is taught and made reality when we are young. Today we live in a world where we are required to lose that magic as we get older. Where Disney movies are no longer cool after a age of 12. Where magic tricks are just quick gimics with an explanation by the age of 13. Where miracles stop. Where people just die and not come back to life. Where starving children in various countries die without  any attention, dictators rule and orchestrate genocides, religious leaders commit sins, and politicians betray their people. Rising teens assume adult pleasures like sex, alcohol, and drugs at young and ignorant ages. They lose innocence. They indulge and ignorantly starve themselves of reality through addictive habits. Then somewhere between the "adult" practices one encounters nostalgia of when there was still magic but now there is just sex, drugs, and alcohol, living paycheck to paycheck, your stupid stupid boss, you ex, your stupid house, your stupid car, and your stupid life. Instead of rainbows and sunny skies it's hail storms and ashy air. Then you contemplate to your self "where did the magic go?" It didn't go anywhere, you did.

            You were at some given age and someone made fun of you for enjoying something that held the magic for you. Whether it was Santa, Power Ranger shirts, or silly card tricks but someone somewhere expressed their disapproval in your magic. A parent or bully convinced you that your magic is not real anymore and is childish. But that is just a reflection of what happened to them. Someone ruined the magic for someone. They came in like robbers of the night stealing dreams and delivering "realism". It happened to them, so now they're going to do it to you. But with you it has to change, dont ruin the magic for someone else. Let them believe. For those don't have magic, look for it. It's there. 

   

        Now the reader would be so inclined protest at this moment. "Kids need to grow up" and "kids need to learn how to focus and work" is what the dusty people of the world say. But there is no correlation between laziness/childness with magic. It's ironic that humanity is in awe and jealousy of the "lost" magic when they are the ones that made it up. It's ironic that women hope and pray for a chick flick miracle but never look foward to it happening. If we adore these ideas so much, why dont we live them? 

    

       Instead of using enginuity to create great inventions, intuition to do do what is right, instinct to love we disolve and rob ourselves through moment's pleasures. We give up, we grow up, and stop believing. We drink to not care at a young age. We smoke to see worlds away from this disaster at a young age. We endulge in destructive sexual habits at a young age and make that love because men/women always  cheat, people always leave or die, and it has something in it for you. All these habits have something in it for you. So you grab it, because someone took the magic away before you knew you had to hold on. But thankfully, contrary to assumed belief, unlike innocence you can always retrieve magic. If magic was comparable to innocence then Disney would never exist, Marvel comics would have never been made, DC would just be a city instead of another line of comics, and the titles Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings would hold no weight. The creaters of these wonders held on or retreaved their magic and they made something out of it. They gave people hope and joy through their magic. They made a living on it and changed the world. 

       Now the reader may scoffingly resent this idea rebuttling with a chuckle "so you want me to believe in super heroes and fairy tales?" Why not? These things are more real than you would think. Batman had a phobia and he did more than overcome it, he became it.  The Hulk has a problem with anger he overcame it and used it for good.  Spiderman was a nerd with no confidence who then became a beacon of courage against all his chemically enhanced foes. Superman had a problems with girls, it took him forever to express his love to Lois Lane. Ironman is a raging alcoholic and a sex addict and in the end he picks the right woman and the right thing to do. Batman and Ironman have no superhuman power except percerverance in their strengths which in return pecomes their super power. Spiderman and Superman at some point lose their power. The Hulk had the power sucked out of him at one point. But in the end they get their power back. All the heroes at one point lose faith in themselves but they get back up. They are not diffrent from us. They all are a little weird, lost, and have their own disorder. But what seperates us from them? It's rather simple: people fall down, heroes get back up. 

            Disney movies are all about life lessons. Just because they are talking animals and 2D images doesn't mean there isn't truth there. The Lion King is about obeying parents and forgiving ourselves. Hercules is about getting back up and putting someone else before yourself and in the end that is what makes him a god. Peter Pan is about believing in something bigger than you and I and being able to grow up still believing in it. The Little Mermaid is about getting out of the place we live now and living in better and bigger places. Mulan is about family honor, courage, and becoming physically strong. All these stories and charecters are closer to real life than one would think. I see magic everywhere I go. I see addicts recovering and aligning them selves again and saving their life. I see people finding their faith amongst all the physical and mental angst that may surround them. I see people losing hundreds of pounds of weight and being free from the burden that consumed them. I see police officers going out of their way to save someone from villians. I see some politicians pushing for a new better world, soldiers fighting for it, scientists engineering for it, and teachers trying to mold it. I see artists of film, photography, paint, and word describing this world in an original way. But the most spectatcular are those who are close to us. Our family and friends who fall down and pick each other up. Parents who don't stop caring, take care of their family against all cost, fathers who pretect us, and especially our mothers who danced with death just to give us life. 

       I see magic everywhere. The basis of that becoming is either one: you trying to see it and/or two: you making it yourself. All these stories and superheroes  are simply just that, it's the fundementals under it all that is magic. That magic is what is forever and never ends. Those abusive habits we succom to are for the moment and we remember that everytime after we have done them but in the height of the moment we rationallize and convince our selves other wise. Those who believe in this aforementioned magic are the ones who experience it forever and in return live forver. Imagine the world without dreamers like Walt Disney, Goerge Washington, Martin Luther King, Stan Lee, Ghandi and Jesus. Miracles dont cause faith, faith is the cause of miracles. These people were miracles because of their faith in something bigger than themselves. These people were magic. You are magic, so use it.