Magic by the wayside

Do you know those people?
Are they a part of your life?
Have they contributed in any way to make you feel good about yourself?
Is there an explanation for their behaviour?
How much do you identify with them?

I was thinking aloud about some unsavoury things said by unsavoury people. I was in the company of those who know me, and we realised how amazing it is that we invest so much in completely irrelevant aspects of life.

The queries made things clear. We just do not ask the right questions at the right time. This clarity has spilled over into other areas of my life.

I was thinking about an episode of a few days ago. I got carried away by something superficial, it isn’t like me. Earlier I would get agitated. Today, as I was wiping my face, the words just sprang out, “It does not matter.” I surprised myself.

This is the truth. We wait at traffic signals; we do not make them our destination. We cannot, for as the lights change colour, we will be honked out, pushed ahead by the momentum…if we are foolish, then we will be left with smashed pieces of what we have.

I prefer the little bylanes, no traffic, no signals, maybe a few potholes and a tinier area. But the largest feet are still small, and the mind does not need the confines of space.

I picked up a twig that had fallen from one of the many leafy trees and waved it like a wand. Magic can be created anywhere. Magic is what you do, not what happens to you.

Oh, you will say, the sunset happens, the sea breeze blows your way. Yes. But it is upto us to experience these the way we do. Or else they would be merely Nature’s creations. We nurture them and imbue them with romance, tears, smiles and make them our very own. We submerge ourselves, and those moments are magical.