Thursday, May 24, 2007

The Magician

Created from a prompt for a writing exercise.

The world is a sane place, a good place. To have a life filled with as many blessings as I’ve had, one would have to believe that.

It’s not luck—not in a Win the Lottery or Chosen in a Contest kind of blessing. It’s the older magic that flows in and out of my life. Friends who are there when needed—regardless of the years and distance. Safety during those moments that I was adventurously foolish.

There are many different kinds of success. Marriage and children is one, travel and experience is another. When we have one kind and not all, it doesn’t make us unfortunate or unsuccessful. Our goals are our goals, and the world twists and turns so the ones that truly matter can be achieved.

Not given. Achieved. It’s not a matter of semantics, but a worldview. “Given” implies that we are entitled to things, and we are not. Sometimes they’re gifted, but they’re not promised. The world does not owe us happiness, even if we are sometimes surrounded by things that make us happy.

All of this is tempered with what frustrates and infuriates us. The hardship and loss and pain. It’s not punishment, but an ebb and flow of the magic.

The world is a good place because we make it a good place, my child. We keep it sane.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

That reminds me a little of Annie Dillard.