Woah, I’m a 29 year old male, raised in a fairly traditional fully modernized western culture.  I’ve been agnostic my whole life.  One of those”show me evidence, I’ll believe it when I see it” types of people.  But recently, I’m starting to believe that there is magic in the world.  I’m writing to you from  four legged chair on a standard mac laptop at a stone, wood and glass cafe, completely sober(decaf coffee), and I feel like I’m floating in a breeze.

I don’t know how else to explain the sunset I saw last night, the three hour sunset over clouds that rolled like the ocean as my return flight followed the rotation of the sun.  I don’t know how else to explain the stranger who crossed my path and I followed for ten minutes while he thrashed his harmonica, walking and blowing at a ferocious pace.  I don’t know how else to explain the simple beauty and connection that I see in my lovers eyes even when she’s telling me that this can’t work out, we’re too different, there’s too much hurt to trust.

I like the idea of teleology, but I also think that in a sense, what we’re doing here is just freeing ourselves from the bullshit.  Freeing ourselves from a culture that wants to limit, that wants to repress and tell us not to be grand, not to think we have a mission, not to explore our gift to the world.  When I wrote my list, was that a cognitive process, or do my true desires flow from my soul?  If that is the case, and I’m thinking more and more that it is, then connecting to the default serves the purposes of accessing that gift, accessing our soul.  Asking the questions, what is it that I was put here to do and letting ourselves be swept up by the torrent of energy that propels us without effort in that direction.

I used to think that I was too old to believe in magic, but now I think, I’m too old to deny it.