Magic in the Miles

In a world that measures success by the miles, I find it important to pause…
So, I stand still on my front porch, my eyes fixed on the horizon, a cup of coffee in one hand. Life is about the little things, I thought. Pausing…
to embrace the moment, and appreciate the life bestowed upon you.
I was once asked, almost recently, if I believed in magic. The unicorn-rainbow-sprinkled-sequined kind of magic, and if it exists in this world.
If the hopeful optimism and child-like fervor I oft wear on my sleeve is…
well, real. It befuddled me that one would find such a concept hard to grasp.
I have had my fair share of heartaches and tragedy, but if anything, such experiences have only deepened my appreciation of life, with all its magic and little things. How beautiful and ephemeral it all is. So, I inhale all of it…
the poetry of living, with a heart full of love, and a mind open enough to continue learning, and embracing the hardships with child-like hope for something better, and new experiences. I realize this might come across as naivete on my part, but I wouldn’t change a single thing.

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4 Responses to Magic in the Miles

  1. utahan15 says:

    i would
    but i m glad your content
    my o s friend.

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  2. Brad Osborne says:

    I don’t want to live in a world that doesn’t have room for the wistful and whimsical. Where magic is found in a million little things. You keep believing, my friend. And if your unicorn ever succumbs to a glitter overdose, you can borrow mine!

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