02/24/2022

Feb 24, 2022 08:18

Stoicism says to do your best with what you have, where you are. Catholicism says to pray and repent. Buddhism says that to live is to suffer. The pantheons, belief systems, ways we carry ourselves through being human swirl around in silence as we go about our day, forgetting that we're on a flying rock hurling through space. Maybe they all have a nugget of wisdom - savor the present moment, hope for better and allow yourself to pray in the dark if it comforts your soul, understand that life has suffering and that the magic is in moving forward anyway, in gobbling the light and thanking the day for it when it passes by.

When I was in high school, I decided to choose a religion in a day. I was so sure that I could pin point it, that I could narrow it down to one belief system and move on to the next thing. Now looking back, how boring would that be?

I believe in magic. In hope. In synchronicities and wards of protection, in my tarot cards and funny astrological coincidences. I believe in magic and slowly, I'm beginning to believe in the magic that flows through me too. Not in the woowoo way, but in the "being alive is magic" way.

Maybe that's what I was looking for 15 years ago after all.
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