When Did You Stop Believing in Magic?

When did you first start believing in magic?

Or maybe a better question... when did you stop?

I’ll start.

I personally feel like we are all born believing in magic. The limitlessness of the world always called me into it from before I can even remember.

It would call me in, and my intuition would keep pulling me out.

The magic within me let me dance, sing, write, and create so freely.

It allowed me to know there is more than what meets the eye.

It helped me see beyond emotions and reminded me that possibilities were endless.

I would dream so big and never question how or when — I just knew it would happen.

Oh, sweet little Tee, so innocent, seeing the world in such awe, such beauty, such… magic.

Though… when did it stop?

When did this child’s innocence and belief in the beauty of the world fade away?

That one makes me think harder.

When did I stop believing in the magic of this world — the magic of life?

When did reality pull me under, and when did I start stuffing the magic I so thoroughly believed in aside?

When did I decide that life was controlling me and I was no longer creating it?

That answer is unclear time-wise, though I know when it started to fade.

I don’t think it happened suddenly — more like slowly, steadily, without me even noticing.

If I had to guess, maybe around ten — that in-between space where you start noticing how the world wants you to fit in, and you quietly begin shrinking parts of yourself to do it.

I learned that later on.

During that time, it wasn’t something I was aware of consciously.

The programming, the lies, the deception — they started so young.

And sometimes, the people doing it may not have even known they were doing it. They might’ve thought that what they were teaching was the truth.

But I always knew in my soul it wasn’t.

It touched every part of life — school, family, friends, even the things that once brought me joy.

Everywhere I turned, there was some version of who I was supposed to be.

I didn’t see it then, but now I know: the programming was everywhere.

I didn’t know it then, but I know it now.

I see it now.

For years and years, conditioning has been placed upon us to not believe in

magic — to not see the beauty in life.

I Realized Something..

The magic has always been within us.

It’s all around us, all the time.

Magic is everywhere.

I don’t believe it’s something we ever truly forget.

I think it just gets suppressed — quieted by the noise of the world — but it never disappears.

It’s always there, patiently waiting for that one moment, that one spark, that one feeling… to help you remember.

Maybe we don’t lose our magic — we just forget where to look.

And maybe, just maybe, remembering your magic is the most powerful thing you’ll ever do.

So I’ll ask again:

When did you stop believing in magic — and are you ready to start again?

If this spoke to your soul, take a deep breath and reconnect with your inner child.

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-Tee 🦋