There is Magic in You

When we think of magic, we imagine wands and spells, Harry-Potteresque spells of impossibility. Feats too large for our hands, too impossible for our ordinary lives.

But magic is not reserved for storybooks.

We are sitting in it every day.

The invisible weave of biology and breath. The way thought becomes form. The way a choice alters the direction of a life. The way words move through air and change a heart.

This is not fantasy. This is magic.

This is everyday sorcery: We soak in the gamma-rays of the cosmos. We adapt to new environments, bodies reshaping in real time. We project energy into a room and feel it returned. We ‘know’ things that seem impossible to know.

We see the results of thought etched into the architecture of our lives: what we imagined once, we are now living. We chose, and the world shifted.

Our touch moves matter. Our words bend possibility.

Magic is not an ephemeral desire. It is not vague wishing. It is thought, form, deed. It is the alchemy of presence and action.

When I was young, I wanted to be magic. I soaked myself in Narnia, in Oz, in stories where doors opened to other worlds. I was breathless at the possibility.

What I did not know then was that magic had already taken root inside me. Not as fire from fingertips, but as the quiet wonder that moved through every cell, every choice, every breath.

Magic is not absent from the ordinary. It is the ordinary, revealed.

We forget. We learn to name things “science” and “biology” and “coincidence.” We forget that these names are just coverings for the wonder.

But sometimes, if you stay present long enough, you feel it again: the shimmer beneath the surface, the mystery that moves through everything.