But among this absence of abstract thought, I have emerged, largely unscathed. I love to think about life’s great mysteries, I like reading people and pondering nature. I like to think I’m a philosopher, and perhaps a decent poet. This is just a bunch of random musings I’ve had over the years, and I thought I’d write them down, for the benefit of all atypical teenagers everywhere.
I wonder when we stop believing in magic. The tooth fairy, santa clause, genies. Everyone remembers before they were disillusioned, and everyone knows what it’s like after, but no one ever remembers the exact moment they stopped believing. Maybe it’s so gradual we don’t notice until after it happens. I think that this is when your childhood is over. After that you start to become a fully formed individual with a full personality. But what if the real magic is in the ability to view everything as a miracle. It sounds cheesy, but I mean it. Life can get pretty bad, but if you just look around you, contemplate how much it takes for one cell to be alive, and you’ll see what a miracle everything is. And the fact that every object in the universe is made up of billions of little organized particles just fills me with a sense of awe. Isn’t it incredible that the whole universe would just happen to end up like this, with all these complex organisms and all this life everywhere around us? One false move and life might never have evolved on earth. It was pure chance. You see what I mean by miracles. Once I learned to look at life like this, it’s become so much more interesting. There is magic everywhere, in the smallest, most insignificant inanimate object is constantly moving, a true tribute to nature. Once you see this, the entire universe seems to buzz with unquenchable life. And maybe that’s what growing up really means; trading the fake magic for the true magic of the universe. Some people never figure this out though, and I can’t help but wonder: are they fully formed individuals? Maybe these are the people who become maladjusted and lonely. Or maybe they figure something else out that serves the same purpose for them. I can’t speak for them, but I know that this works for me now. I am content with the world and have plenty to think about. As long as I can ponder things, I’m happy, and life is never boring!
PS. I know this sounds cheesy, but I truly believe it. And if you don’t like it, I don’t care.
- Julie Handy