I still remember how at nine out of ten birthday parties I went to when I was a kid, there would always be a magician picking cards, or making white doves disappear. Sometimes they had the rainbow scarves that were supposedly impossible to fit inside their tight sleeves. As the show unfolded, our eyes would turn from an ordinary size to cup saucers. When we were little, that was magic; now, it’s a person who rips off people by learning tricks from You-tube and adding extra pockets to their sleeves. By my age, most kids believed magic to be something that kids believed in, then grew out of when they discovered the opposite gender at about 12 or 14.

I believe in magic. I still do. Not the ordinary magic that involves tricks of deceit with white rabbits and doves, though this may sound like a cheesy romantic comedy line or a spiritual guidance line, magic is everywhere. At least to me it is. You can feel it when you’re just in a happy mood, when everything seems to go right. It’s as if the sun is shining brighter on you, the air smells sweeter, nothing anyone says can bring you down, and you’re even able to find that ten dollar bill on the floor.

Magic can be the love between two people. The feeling you get when you are with them, love is the most magical thing in the world. Magic is also the relationship of a mother and child is more powerful than any kind of love in the world. She will sacrifice anything for her child. A mother will be your first love, your best friend, your everything. My mom is like no other. She gave me life, nurtured, taught me, dressed me, fought for me, held me, shouted at me, kissed me, but most importantly loved me unconditionally. There are not enough words I can say to describe just how important my mom means to me.

That feeling of weightlessness which leaves you floating an inch off the floor all day is magic.
There are those everyday miracles that seem to be set up for you, just to make your life worth living on that day. Magic is when someone you had been missing for a while happens to come up to you to see how you’re doing, or maybe it’s a random stranger that you’ve never met. Yet that one person’s hello, opening the door for you, and random smile seem to make all the crap you have to go through everyday worthwhile. Maybe there’s magic behind that too. What’s even greater is when you do something to make their day great, and they do it for someone else, who in turn does it for another….paying it forward.
Most of these things teenagers tend to roll their eyes at this, as if to say, I’m WAY too cool for that. Think of what my friends would think of me. But really, what kind of friends do you have if they laugh when you’re nice to someone else? I see magic in someone who stands up for what they believe in when no one else will, or the person who flinches and raises their hand after the teacher has been pleading for just one volunteer for fifteen minutes. There’s a surge of magic in children, in the excited or mischievous sparkle they get in their eyes when doing just about anything. It’s everywhere, from their giggles that can’t help but make you grin to the way they see the world.

Pessimistic people will never find these things. It’s not like it’s that difficult, if people just look beyond their own little bubble, their little world, and see what’s going on around them. When I close my eyes outside, I smell the freshly mown grass, a scent of lackadaisical summer days; the sun’s rays are so strong, you feel like you can catch it like a firefly, and keep it for the warm winter months. This is magic. It doesn’t have to come with a witch hat or a magic wand to be powerful and capable of changing lives.

In conclusion, magic is the most wonderful, mysterious, amazing thing in the entire world. Magic is everywhere. Magic can be the love between a two people. Magic can be weird spiritual paranormal ghost stuff. Magic can be stuff you can’t even see, the closer you think you are the less you see