Magic

 I recently watched a video; technically, I rewatched a video of a guy doing magic tricks with a very young boy as his "helper". Clearly, the boy was not in on the plan and was having the time of his life. The boy was fascinated and giggling the entire time. His reactions made the entire thing. The magic was good, no doubt, but the pure joy of that child elevated the entire performance. It was infectious. It made me think about how we lose that somewhere along the way as we grow older. The belief in magic, the innocence, the joy. It all changes. I am not saying that adults do not have fun or cannot enjoy a magic show, but it is definitely different. Once you've peeked behind the curtain, so to speak, the great and powerful wizard is just a man, and the magic is illusion. 

I think, unfortunately, we treat everything the same way. We watch with fascination and awe, and enjoy the spectacle, but as we get older, we start asking questions. We want to know how. As we dig deeper and question further, we lose the magic. We enjoy the illusion, but certainly not the same way. We enjoy the hunt for information, even, but once we have found what we seek, the spell is broken, the magic is an illusion, the satisfaction feels anticlimactic and short-lived, and the victory is hollow. 

You truly can apply this to most any facet of life, even relationships and marriage. Young love can leave one awestruck and wide-eyed, but over time, the magic turns to illusion, and, well, you can still watch everything disappear; it just isn't nearly as fun.