The wonder of magic tricks is a beautiful thing. Until the secret is revealed. Life is like that. All but a sleight of hand. That one clever hack. That one misdirection. The narrative or the patter as magic books have taught me. That is part of the repertoire too. It’s not just the effect that is the main part. In fact, that often is never the focus, the build up is. The moment when you switch the card and deliberately go wrong, and then wait for the squeal of delight when you reveal the chosen card.
But the point of magic tricks is just entertainment many argue. I disagree. Most magic tricks are a lesson in themselves. They challenge our beliefs. We are in disbelief when the magician pulls out a rabbit from a hat. Who would have thought a rabbit of all the animals would come out of a hat of all the things. Sometimes absurd things happen and that is okay. Some of them are delightful still. And once you know the secret they don’t seem as surprising.
Magic is wonderful. And sometimes not knowing the secret is the secret to relishing the wonders of life. Often times life just happens. And you go with the flow and somewhere with a flourish of a wand, magical things happen. Such moments are rare but those are what make life memorable and magical. Like the time when after a long journey, the coast appears in front of you, shimmering in the sunlight, beckoning you towards it. Or the time when a bird decides to perch right in front of you, unbothered by your presence, allowing it to be seen and admired by you. Or when telepathic messages are exchanged with friends whom you have lost touch with.
Magic is everywhere, if only one bothers to look for it.
