For a true friend
When the magic wears off, reality
will still be here and you have to deal with it. Epic moments in life seem to
be rare, but why are they? The most situations we have to deal with should get
the label epic as we still talk about our daily entity. When we give up the
magic in ourselves nothing we ever worked for seems to have any right of
existence anymore, but what is it about letting magic enter our lives? I am
talking about those moments we suddenly brake out of a daily cluster and let
the cold wind lead us to some speechless adventures we might never have
experienced out of our natural phlegm.
I am observing a couple at my
favorite bar for some weeks now. I am not sure if they are still dating or
simply passing their evenings together in a more fashionable location than
their proper residence might be, but what I know is, that their reunions seem
to take place on a very intimate and quite magic level as they seem to descend
in their very own world, with all this pulsing life of a Friday night around
them vanishing to the dark. It is the way they look and talk to each other, what
makes this weird kind of scene magical. I ask myself if reality will overtake
them the moment they cross the doors back again to this cold spring. Anyhow I
have the impression from time to time, that the magic I am talking about is
still a kind of hideaway we curtain ourselves behind by establishing some
fictional world for some hours. Is magic a sort of lie pretending to be the
truth?
Magic encounters us more often we
actually would believe, but what we never really want to face is what would
happen when the magic is gone.
Later that week someone decided to
stop the never-ending rain, giving the sun the chance for a comeback. While
enjoying the very first summer evening on the steps of the opera house the
magic of a whole city overwhelmed me in a rather unusual way. On the one side
the moment of a town falling asleep in the dawn, on the other side the thought,
that nothing lasts forever. Summer returns every year no matter how bad and sad
we might have lived through the days before its final breakthrough. It is sort
a outlandish that there is and will always be this deep wish inside of
ourselves, getting things the way we certified them, even if they aren’t meant to
be alike. Is this even a wish we should and could make? Are wishes meant to
last or do they reflect a small sequence of our thoughts and emotional
condition? Where stays the magic of a profound wish if it isn’t planned to stay
with us? Maybe we all must learn and accept to be broken up with something just
to get a better state of mind for our surrounding world and us. How can we even
care for our wishes if we cant care? Is it allowed to make wishes in a
dishonest way? Somehow we should again face reality and remind that a breakup also
in a wishes context, isn’t always that bad. It may hurt but maybe it is the
only way. In the end Oscar Wilde was right by telling us that divorces are made
in heaven, so maybe we should start to step beside our daydreams and let
reality be real.
But even if reality will only start to
care when we are gone, why should we adjust our dreams and wishes? Divorces may
be a celestial phenomenon but if our dreams wont scare us out of a reason of
sense, they aren’t big enough.
The sky might be the limit – not for
our dreams.
Cheers
Lorax
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