The Everyday Magic We Forget to See

Magic was never gone. We just stopped paying attention.

I’ve always been a firm believer in magic.

Not the kind that asks for a spell or a ritual.

But the kind that shows up in silence.

We’re taught that magic is something supernatural.

Something far away. Untouchable.

But that word always bothered me.

Because if we are spiritual beings having a human experience,

how could anything spiritual be beyond us?

Maybe magic isn’t outside of us.

Maybe it’s what’s already within, waiting for us to notice.

To me, magic isn’t loud.

It doesn’t need to convince. Or be logical.

It reveals itself in the small things, the moments most people walk past without seeing,

or label them as coincidences.

Magic is hearing birds sing while you’re still inside your apartment in the middle of the city.

Magic is that déjà vu that feels like a whisper from another lifetime.

Magic is thinking of someone, and they text you out of nowhere.

Magic is looking at the river when the sun hits the surface and the water starts to dance.

Magic is a perfectly shaped leaf lying on the ground as if it fell there just for you.

Magic is noticing a new baby plant growing from the soil you almost gave up on.

Magic is seeing numbers repeat until you finally start paying attention.

Magic is watching smoke move and realizing it’s dancing with you.

Magic is slipping into clean sheets after a long shower,

book in hand, an hour of silence just for yourself.

Magic is finding the song you’ve been searching for forever,

and it still hits the same.

Magic is sunlight landing on your face at the exact right moment.

Magic is looking back and realizing how much you’ve grown.

Magic is that rush of joy from your first sip of coffee.

Magic is finding a damn good series with more than seven seasons.

Magic is fall.

Magic is winter.

Magic is spring.

Magic is summer.

Magic is everything that reminds you that you’re alive.

It’s everywhere. Every season. Every day.

You just have to see it for what it is.