Firstly, I would like to define 'magic' and according to Google, this is what it means 'The power of apparently influencing the course of events by using mysterious or supernatural forces'.
Magic, to me, is completely different. Harry Potter, the fictional character which will always live in my heart, books and the big screen, does not only possess magic himself in our imagination as well as others, but the attachment one has to him and his fellow characters. He is no longer just a word on a page, but someone who has filled the gap that needed filling and will continue to do so.
One of the main quotes throughout the last book in the series is 'Always', just that simple word. But it defines everything about Harry Potter, that everything will always be there whether or not you forget about him.
Magic grows from a tiny thought, a minuscule idea, into a web of imagination and acceptance.
Acceptance plays a large part in magic, I believe. Without it, how would you let your heart into believing such wild things that you wouldn't dare to dream of, in fear of falling in love with it.
Traditional hat-trick magic has far more charm and wit to it. It plays tricks on the eyes and although one knows it cannot be true, there is always a slight bit of hope that remains convinced it is real magic. And of course it isn't real, but magic isn't completely out of the question.
Magic doesn't just exist as wands, spells and top hats with rabbits, it has its way with people as well. Not in the literal sense that magic can only happen between a certain number of people but it is between people. Like a silenced, secret and unconditional love. Not a bond, because they break, but feelings, past, present and future which continue to exist in one time frame or another. Future thoughts, and past memories.
But it will continue to be there, always.
Thursday 7 June 2012
Saturday 22 October 2011
thoughts on the stars.
Don't you see the sky as a screen to the outer world that we may never really understand. It's spectacular of course, but it almost taunts us with its mesmerizing beauty and secrets which it holds so close to its heart that we may never be fully revealed to them. The stars, tiny pin pricks in the screen that we are hidden behind just letting enough light through for us to notice and appreciate.
And so what is a shooting star? A little piece of heaven falling from the sky? That must be why we all wish on them, a piece of heaven coming to remind us that no matter what a wish can always come true. Admittedly my wishes have never come true but that doesn't mean I'll stop trying.
I think my favourite thing about the stars is the fact that we can't have them, and we want them so much. You can name them and get a piece of paper saying they're yours but they're not really. You will never be able to capture their light and hold it in a jar like a collection of fireflies. But they don't go away either, even during the day time, although they are hidden they haven't really gone anywhere. If they were out all of the time we would appreciate them as much as we do when they finally show themselves to us, let us take a look at infinite beauty and perfection which is so unbeknown to us.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." An utterly charming quote from Oscar Wilde, who's spiritual side was almost as strong as his persistence to find beauty.
They have seen and experienced what humans are capable of, the stunning results of peace that we can create. How, in the dark times where everyone is needed they watch and never give up on us. Stars, the ones each pair of eyes has gazed upon at least once are all ours to see and take in. And although they may not be seen each night they are always there.
So when a person says aim for the stars, do it.
And so what is a shooting star? A little piece of heaven falling from the sky? That must be why we all wish on them, a piece of heaven coming to remind us that no matter what a wish can always come true. Admittedly my wishes have never come true but that doesn't mean I'll stop trying.
I think my favourite thing about the stars is the fact that we can't have them, and we want them so much. You can name them and get a piece of paper saying they're yours but they're not really. You will never be able to capture their light and hold it in a jar like a collection of fireflies. But they don't go away either, even during the day time, although they are hidden they haven't really gone anywhere. If they were out all of the time we would appreciate them as much as we do when they finally show themselves to us, let us take a look at infinite beauty and perfection which is so unbeknown to us.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." An utterly charming quote from Oscar Wilde, who's spiritual side was almost as strong as his persistence to find beauty.
They have seen and experienced what humans are capable of, the stunning results of peace that we can create. How, in the dark times where everyone is needed they watch and never give up on us. Stars, the ones each pair of eyes has gazed upon at least once are all ours to see and take in. And although they may not be seen each night they are always there.
So when a person says aim for the stars, do it.
Thursday 23 June 2011
always look up.
Today, on the way to school this morning I decided to look up at the sky. It was unreal, the moon, the sun, the clouds and the sky. Four of the most amazing things in this universe.
It was the moon really, I never really noticed how intriguing it is during that day. Of course everyone notices at night, how can you not? Its the brightest thing there and accompanied with a thousands stars its just something which shouldn't go unnoticed. Thus, I have made a decision that from now on to look up.
The floor is so boring. Concrete. Grass. Brick. Great, its amazing.. The sky on the other hand it just unlocks everything about itself. It's open to you're own interpretation, especially the clouds. I love just laying on the grass and watching the cloud form into something which tricks your brain. You think of the most wild and unrealistic things and yet once the image is in your head you can really see it.
As I was walking home today I remembered my realization of the morning and looked up. What did I see? A flock of birds dancing on the air. It was a much nicer sight than the floor, the grey cold floor. The sky was so bright and vivid and the birds were phenomenal, they were exactly how you would draw them.
Always look up means something else as well, it shouldn't just mean look to the sky, but look on the bright side of things, the upside, the positive things of everything, being optimistic can change your day.
Try and pick out the good things of everything, sometimes its difficult and almost seems impossible - like trying to say something nice about someone you really do not like. But it makes you a better person on the inside and will then make your day (and possibly theirs) better.
Don't look down, look up. Its much nicer up there.
It was the moon really, I never really noticed how intriguing it is during that day. Of course everyone notices at night, how can you not? Its the brightest thing there and accompanied with a thousands stars its just something which shouldn't go unnoticed. Thus, I have made a decision that from now on to look up.
The floor is so boring. Concrete. Grass. Brick. Great, its amazing.. The sky on the other hand it just unlocks everything about itself. It's open to you're own interpretation, especially the clouds. I love just laying on the grass and watching the cloud form into something which tricks your brain. You think of the most wild and unrealistic things and yet once the image is in your head you can really see it.
As I was walking home today I remembered my realization of the morning and looked up. What did I see? A flock of birds dancing on the air. It was a much nicer sight than the floor, the grey cold floor. The sky was so bright and vivid and the birds were phenomenal, they were exactly how you would draw them.
Always look up means something else as well, it shouldn't just mean look to the sky, but look on the bright side of things, the upside, the positive things of everything, being optimistic can change your day.
Try and pick out the good things of everything, sometimes its difficult and almost seems impossible - like trying to say something nice about someone you really do not like. But it makes you a better person on the inside and will then make your day (and possibly theirs) better.
Don't look down, look up. Its much nicer up there.
Monday 30 May 2011
beauty.
What is beauty? Perfection of a human? Or a human itself? It isn't the outer skin-deep shell of someone, it's the inner concealed traits of someone who denies what other people see in them.
The skin-deep shell of a person could perhaps be considered beauty to the eye, but a face can't speak what the heart holds, the mouth, of course speaks but its only a window, glass traps it before the mouth can truly tell the words. How else would we be able to differentiate between beauty and physical attractiveness? The eyes and mind could be the ones to blame, but the heart knows what is real.
Being pretty isn't a disadvantage in anyway at all, in fact why should it be? Models are paid to be pretty. Writers are paid to show beauty. They unravel the details in which could be seen on a person and don't exaggerate, with a writer what you read is what you get. Models. How can you tell? Of course they are pretty they wouldn't be paid if they weren't, but how much is real? What is makeup and computers editing to a writer? Words are words . Beauty in themselves.
I only compared beauty to words because that's what I think of it. Beauty can be found in a person, but only if they accept themselves for who they are. Beauty has been stereotyped for looks and women, why? Men, animals, places, music and art can be beautiful too. Why wouldn't it be?
Its opinion only. Beauty is held within each and every person. They just have to accept themselves.
The skin-deep shell of a person could perhaps be considered beauty to the eye, but a face can't speak what the heart holds, the mouth, of course speaks but its only a window, glass traps it before the mouth can truly tell the words. How else would we be able to differentiate between beauty and physical attractiveness? The eyes and mind could be the ones to blame, but the heart knows what is real.
Being pretty isn't a disadvantage in anyway at all, in fact why should it be? Models are paid to be pretty. Writers are paid to show beauty. They unravel the details in which could be seen on a person and don't exaggerate, with a writer what you read is what you get. Models. How can you tell? Of course they are pretty they wouldn't be paid if they weren't, but how much is real? What is makeup and computers editing to a writer? Words are words . Beauty in themselves.
I only compared beauty to words because that's what I think of it. Beauty can be found in a person, but only if they accept themselves for who they are. Beauty has been stereotyped for looks and women, why? Men, animals, places, music and art can be beautiful too. Why wouldn't it be?
Its opinion only. Beauty is held within each and every person. They just have to accept themselves.
Monday 23 May 2011
photographs
Photographs, they are inspired little pieces of memories and happiness all rolled together into a shiny piece of paper trapped behind a thin glass panel with a frame to reflect the beauty of it all.
I have phots all around my room, I find that it gives me a sense of who I am. Some of my favourite memories are caught in a photograph forever. Memories fade but once they are caught on paper, time cannot steal it away from you.
I love going through old photos and then a whole story unravels just from one snapshot moment where an insightful genius thought to take an everlasting photo. And how some people seem to remember more then you did, and sharing the moment makes it an even better experience.
Having photographs from when you were younger shows how much you change, it shows how people grow. If you took a photo everyday for 3 or so years, the difference from the beginning to the end would be phenomenal, a person would grow right infront of your eyes. Every change would be noticed.
Taking photographs when you're on holiday as well the entire holiday can be summed up in just one photograph - generally the one with everyone in, its absolutely hilarious and the smiles are the windows which show the hearts feeling.
Photographs were made to show the memories we forget; to remember the things we thought we had forgotten; to tell stories we know and love; and never forget the people we had the best times of our life with.
I have phots all around my room, I find that it gives me a sense of who I am. Some of my favourite memories are caught in a photograph forever. Memories fade but once they are caught on paper, time cannot steal it away from you.
I love going through old photos and then a whole story unravels just from one snapshot moment where an insightful genius thought to take an everlasting photo. And how some people seem to remember more then you did, and sharing the moment makes it an even better experience.
Having photographs from when you were younger shows how much you change, it shows how people grow. If you took a photo everyday for 3 or so years, the difference from the beginning to the end would be phenomenal, a person would grow right infront of your eyes. Every change would be noticed.
Taking photographs when you're on holiday as well the entire holiday can be summed up in just one photograph - generally the one with everyone in, its absolutely hilarious and the smiles are the windows which show the hearts feeling.
Photographs were made to show the memories we forget; to remember the things we thought we had forgotten; to tell stories we know and love; and never forget the people we had the best times of our life with.
Thursday 19 May 2011
thoughts.
Did you know the human brain produces approximately 70,000 thoughts on an average day? Now, in my head I'm almost 100% that my brain works overtime. There is never a time when I'm not thinking. I absolutely love it, I love that anything can happen. And although sometimes bad thinking occurs, I am adamant that it's just so I can think about happier things more, like my brain tricks me into it. How? I don't honestly know.
I come up with scenarios in my head, things that would never ever ever happen but would be so amazing if they could. I would tell you, but even to me it doesn't make that much sense.
Day-dreaming as well! I stare into space and let my mind wander off in all directions, all across my imagination. There has never been a time where I can't think of one more thing to keep my train of thought going, I have never hit the edge, the walls, the corners of the box that contains my whole brain secret and all to myself. Each string of thoughts seem to go on forever but life interupts and the day carries on as if nothing had ever happened.
I love that in your mind everything is private, its all yours. Nothing intrudes, its so complex as well. My mind seems to wonder off on a tangent by itself (if that's possible?) I love thoughts, some of them I find are so funny and like me that I want to write them all down, but impossible really.
My imagination runs wild with me, sometimes in the wrong direction and I think of unrealistic things but other times its exactly what I needed to know.
I come up with scenarios in my head, things that would never ever ever happen but would be so amazing if they could. I would tell you, but even to me it doesn't make that much sense.
Day-dreaming as well! I stare into space and let my mind wander off in all directions, all across my imagination. There has never been a time where I can't think of one more thing to keep my train of thought going, I have never hit the edge, the walls, the corners of the box that contains my whole brain secret and all to myself. Each string of thoughts seem to go on forever but life interupts and the day carries on as if nothing had ever happened.
I love that in your mind everything is private, its all yours. Nothing intrudes, its so complex as well. My mind seems to wonder off on a tangent by itself (if that's possible?) I love thoughts, some of them I find are so funny and like me that I want to write them all down, but impossible really.
My imagination runs wild with me, sometimes in the wrong direction and I think of unrealistic things but other times its exactly what I needed to know.
Tuesday 3 May 2011
Happiness
If you could bottle happiness up and keep it in a jar, my room, no my house would be full to the brim! Can you imagine it? Jars, pots and bottles full of happiness, and when it seemed like you were carrying the worlds weight on your shoulders open up a jar and let it wrap around you. Feel its warmth and love, like a hug but so much more and then so much less. By less I mean there isn't a person putting there arms around you but more is that it fills you up like pouring water in a glass.
Being happy is like no other feeling in the universe, it has to be savoured and remembered so by bottling it there will always be a hand to lend or a friendly face when the world is against you.
Happiness comes in small pockets of life, when you see friends, when something goes your way for once, being lucky, winning something, eating your favourite thing in the whole entire world, doing a good thing for someone else, seeing a photograph which brings back forgotten memories, seeing someone you thought you wouldn't for a while, dancing in the rain, laughing on your own, just laughing, jumping about to a random song with the best people in the world, hearing a song you forgot about, just smiling, seeing the person you love, doing something nice to someone else who really needed it.
It doesn't have to be superficial happiness ~ creating something which isn't there. But true happiness needs to be made in the spur of the moment.
Even just writing this has made me smile, and think of everything funny, happy, crazy, cheery, jolly that has ever happened. If I could make the whole world smile for one day, that would make my life.
The world can be optimistic.
Being happy is like no other feeling in the universe, it has to be savoured and remembered so by bottling it there will always be a hand to lend or a friendly face when the world is against you.
Happiness comes in small pockets of life, when you see friends, when something goes your way for once, being lucky, winning something, eating your favourite thing in the whole entire world, doing a good thing for someone else, seeing a photograph which brings back forgotten memories, seeing someone you thought you wouldn't for a while, dancing in the rain, laughing on your own, just laughing, jumping about to a random song with the best people in the world, hearing a song you forgot about, just smiling, seeing the person you love, doing something nice to someone else who really needed it.
It doesn't have to be superficial happiness ~ creating something which isn't there. But true happiness needs to be made in the spur of the moment.
Even just writing this has made me smile, and think of everything funny, happy, crazy, cheery, jolly that has ever happened. If I could make the whole world smile for one day, that would make my life.
The world can be optimistic.
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