We all want to surround ourselves with beauty and contentment and love. But sometimes in our search for these things we fall for false
magic. The things that seem close to what we are reaching for. The little voice
inside whispering; “maybe this is as close as we will ever get”. So we call it ours and dress it up and pray
that it all holds together with wishful thinking, some Hail Mary’s and crossed
fingers. But despite our desperate embrace and no matter how many of our
friends and family play along, we all know. We all see beyond the smoke and
mirrors and the magicians assistant, and we know. That a path or a relationship or a deed that
takes effort to justify is not authentic, and therefore, not worth the
descent. But if you are diligent and unfaltering
in the ensuing climb, you learn that the things you craved from external sources
were within your reach all along. And maybe that was worth the fall.
