A huge amount of magic

   Have you ever thought how it was possible that someone came out with the idea of magic? Or wizards, witches or fayries? 

   The whole fictional concept has become so huge and detailed that it is hard to picture it as a simple and single idea.

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Extraordinary

   We are so used to ourselves that thinking we are "ordinary" comes along so easily. To others, though, we can be "extraordinary".

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Remember you are the only "you" in the whole wide world, if this does not make you extraordinary, what will?

Limited room?

   I am getting a sad and nostalgic feeling thinking about growing up.  

   We stop loving somethings after a while in order to  acquire new ones...  as if there is no room within a single person to collect "favourite things".

When we are children, there is no better plan than going to the park and swing on the swing set for hours, the years go by and suddenly it gets boring to swing. Who could have imagine that this playful afternoos could lose their interest.

   People change, "mature" and leave behind their "favourite things". Who tells you that what you are loving today is not another "transitional favourite thing "? But, you know what? This temporary characteristic doesn't make your hobby less valuable, it is totally the opposite... as it may have a limited life, enjoy it while you actually can.

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Kodaline "High hopes" . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4povfmX144
                          Seems to me like I'm just scared of never feeling it again
                                      I know it's crazy to believe in silly things
                                                  But it's not that easy

"Never let me go" and some thoughts.

I've spent the last couple of days watching films and laying in my sofa. One of those films was "Never let me go" and the last scene from it really sink into me. It is a monologue Kathy has with herself:

I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I've lost since childhood is washed up. 
I tell myself if that where true and I waited long enough... then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy. He'd wave and maybe call... I don't let the fantasy go beyond that. I can't let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. (...) Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through or feel we've had enough time.

You don't decide what surrounds you, but you decide where you focus your attention on.

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