The Magic of the World

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Sep 3, 2018 · 4 min read
My favorite chapter of my favorite book series in front of my elementary school

Alohamora

Books were the keys that unlocked the gateways to the rest of my magical encounters. With my parents being teachers, I was encouraged to read and write tales of every kind. I read spellbinding stories every night, and without having to say “abracadabra” or “Bippity boppity boo”, I was taken to a land where I learned morals that formed who I am today. Learning to read was one of the greatest impacts of my life because I gained the incredible power of knowledge that I constantly searched for from then on. My family was Disney obsessed so naturally I was, and am, Tinkerbell, the stubborn pixie that needs applause to function.

Then came Harry Potter. At nine, I was swallowed by the wondrous world conjured up by J.K. Rowling and I began charming (or jinxing) everyone I met. I began to understand things that were happening in the dazzling yet evil world around me. My dad would tell me, “that woman is Umbridge,” or “we like him- he’s outcasted but he’s like Lupin.” I learned I don’t get anything handed to me when I desired to read the final book. I was slow as molasses and detested running so a deal was made that I could read it if I got a certain mile time. Books taught me to be a witch, pixie, and star. I couldn’t have cared less what my classmates thought of me because I became those things and they’re forces to be reckoned with.

A heart out of “magic dust”

Lumos

In middle school, the magic disappeared, sent away by hours of work every night and judgmental peers. Entering high school, the magic starts to reappear. Bits of the sparkly fairy dust is sprinkled on things with memories of the past: books, friendship, soccer, and Disney. Discovering, or unlocking this magic was special, but bringing them into my present is like lighting a candle after years of sitting in a dark room. The rays of dusty light avoid the objects they used to fall on and instead fall upon new, mysterious versions of the same things. New genres of books, friendship in a whole new way, a brand new perspective on the world. These are the things that put my mind under an enchantment when I decided I was done putting a mask over my true identity.

I have begun to love learning again, absorbing every piece of information I can get my hands on. I have begun to actually enjoy running, something that I found makes me feel empowered. I have begun to form opinions on worldly debates and am not afraid to say so. Surrounding myself with people that like me for me is something I recently found to be important. Magic is the biggest thing that makes me who I am.

A Snellen eye chart, glasses, and a single marigold

Nox

With age we begin to see magic in different ways. The flower in this image represents a form it may take as I get older. Orange is my favorite color because it is bright and happy, so the orange petals symbolize the happiness I wish to possess even when there is darkness in my life. Once I grow old and graduate school, learning and growing ought to still be an important part of me, much like a flower growing. Unbeknownst to someone simply viewing the picture, the wood in the background is my kitchen table. This table expresses my want for a loving family gathered around a table that is much too large for only one person.

The eye chart and glasses appear to be random additions to the photo; however, I plan to become an optometrist when I grow up. Eyes are mysterious and magical things that can hold a conversation on their own. Studying them would be the most fascinating thing I can think of doing. By the time I have aged, I hope to use my life experience to solely be surrounded by things that make me happy. I wish to be engulfed by love, friendship, happiness, and knowledge. I am going to make the most out of my life and my goal is to impact other people’s lives positively.

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