Talking with a friend last night about music, we got into a discussion about how magic works in our lives.
He’s had a rough couple of months caused by a car accident that’s affected both his mind and body. He described leaving the hospital recently after a barrage of tests, and having to lie down on a patch of grass immediately to ground himself. At that moment, clarity arrived, a kind of turning point in his recovery, just by the simple act of reconnecting to even the smallest piece of earth. We also talked about how we listen to music, and both of those things got me thinking about the constant struggle in our lives to account for moments that happen by luck or by fate.
One feature of American culture is this idea people have that “magical moments will happen” and often there’s a kind of encouraged blindness that’s supposed to create the appropriate setting. As if by not being deliberate in your life at all you will somehow be struck by lightning and your life changed forever. This comes out regularly in books, movies, magazines, etc… when romantic relationships are described.
The problem with the idea is it ignores that the vast majority of good and useful things in life take hard work, constant learning, re-shaping, and failure. My day job is project management, where I’m expected to manage every detail and make sure there aren’t any surprises. Frankly, it’s not a magical job (Hogwarts joke here). I don’t think that should be how we personally approach our lives, but I also don’t think we should leave everything up to chance. Inspiring / magical moments occur because someone undertook hard work (whether they knew it or not) and aligned everything, and then let go of it and allowed what needed to happen, happen.