Sometimes it seems like you keep fighting to get Sisyphus' boulder to the top of the mountain and it inevitably rolls back down again.
Perhaps it feels like you are wandering in Snow White's Dark Forest and you aren't sure if you will find your way out, or even survive.
Maybe you feel like you've been swept up in Dorothy's tornado and you've landed in world where nothing makes sense.
You can do everything right, and it still goes all wrong.
Perhaps the magic is not found in the sunrise or the moonlight. Perhaps you won't see it in rainbows and butterflies, flowers and dewdrops.
Sometimes a baby's laugh or a purring kitten are just there. Sometimes all the love in the world still leaves you feeling empty and alone.
But still...
You push the boulder up the hill.
You navigate the terrors of an unknown forest.
You follow the path in front of you, without knowing where it leads.
You get out of bed, every day.
You go to work.
You feed your family.
You sweep the floors.
Maybe the magic isn't found in fairy dust or shooting stars.
Maybe magic doesn't live in dandelion wishes.
Maybe it is found in the strength to push that boulder up the hill one more time.
Maybe it is found in the courage to navigate the dark of the forest.
Maybe it is found in putting one foot in front of the other, when you have no idea where you are going.
Maybe magic is found in the resilience of the human spirit.
Maybe magic is found in facing our fears.
Maybe magic is found in doing the hard work.
Maybe magic is found in the darkest of places.
Maybe magic isn't missing, we just couldn't see it through our tears.
