A new pair of sneakers once were the most magical things in the world. I remember believing that somehow and in someway they transformed me into the fastest kid on the block.
I would race up and down the stairs.
In and out the front door.
Down the block as fast as my little legs could take me.
Pigtails bopping.
Wind rushing by.
I was unstoppable.It wasn't till I got a bit older did I realize that a new pair of shoes didn't made me any faster. Only that the
excitement of the idea made them seem that way. As I grew older the idea grew smaller until one day I never thought much of magic or magic shoes.
I never thought of the adventure they used to carry.
Never thought of the places I once believed they would bring me to.
Never realized that it was never the shoes themselves
....only me.
I have placed a lot of importance on things outside myself for much of my life. Never recognized in all the beauty, all the wonder, all of the things I looked at with such awe were not outside of me....
They simply reflected all of what was inside of me.I was the magic and I forgot.
But it was still there.
It's always been there.
I still felt within the
darkness of night the silver, silence of the moon gazing down from above.
I still felt the love in the warmth of the sun that streamed down caressing and gently nudging everything to life.
I felt the magic....but felt apart from it.Beliefs that life carried and which I choose to drag along for the ride left no room for the magic.
Only the grim and bleak outlook of the
bitter experiences of those that had also forgot they too were the magic.
Trudging along the paths of my life I would sometimes catch glimpses.
The firery explosion of the sun as it sucumbed to the night.
Butterflies dancing together high into the deep blue of the afternoon sky.
The smell of a thousand dreams carried within the sweetness of a springtime breeze.
It was always there inside me.
It was still present in the way I saw things.
In the way I felt things.
I saw the absolute perfection of beauty reflected in every moment; yet felt powerless in the grand design of it all.
A lot of people have asked me what will happen at the thirty day mark?
Will I continue to write?
Will I extend the experiment further?
When I initially started this experiment I had no idea of the way my life would be effected. I did not
have at the time an ability to conceive a life more then the one I had lived. I could not see past the very limitations I had created in my
perception of the world. But I was willingly to remove these limitations.
Willing to find another way.
Willing to discover the magic again.
Willing to find myself again.
In a dark, dim corner filled with more hopelessness then hope is where this all began. My experience has revealed to me that the emptiness of hopelessness was actually the sparks of hope stirring from deep within
There is never a
beginning or an end only the constant of change. I simply choose to allow the next part of my life to unfold before me as I continue forth in this process of discovery.
I look back at where I was and where I am now and find myself amazed at how I have traveled so far from the
beginning. It all moved so quickly once I decided that my life was going to change for the better.
This is not the end...only the
beginning.
I begin again from the end..to discover more then I ever imagined.
Zoom...zoom.Look at how fast I go.
Until............
Mighty Morgan
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