Do You Believe In Magic?

People talk about magic as if it were hiding somewhere—

in fairy dust, in the stars, in a secret place only the lucky can find.

But I’ve started to think that magic isn’t something you stumble on.

It’s something you build.

Every choice, every tiny motion of belief, is a brick in your future.

What you do today is already waiting for you tomorrow.

You’re not just walking through time—you’re weaving it, thread by thread,

stitching the path you’ll walk again.

That’s the real spell.

When you realize you have that kind of power,

you stop wishing for shooting stars and start arranging your own constellations.

Magic is cause and effect seen through love’s eyes.

It’s brushing your child’s hair, writing one kind word, paying attention—

small gestures that bend the light of later days.

It’s not about tricks or illusions; it’s about awareness.

The knowing that every moment carries forward,

echoing until it turns into something new.

And yes, that means you have more say in where you’re going than you think.

If you believe it’s true, it starts to be.

If you move toward it with kindness, it moves back toward you.

That’s not superstition—it’s physics with a heartbeat.

So do you believe in magic?

I do.

Because I’ve seen how belief changes matter,

how love bends probability,

how one honest decision can ripple through a lifetime.

And the best part is:

you don’t have to look for it.

You are it.

Rule of magic: surround yourself with people who sparkle.

Their glow is contagious, and it"ll raise your frequency faster

than any spell.

We level up together, or not at all.