Chapter 4 - Magic is Real

If I could teach people one thing, it would be the same thing I try to teach my kids...


I believe in magic wholeheartedly. I don't believe that the woman in the box was really cut in half. I don't believe that a rabbit materialized in that hat, but I believe in the looks of pure joy on people's faces when they see something that they could never conceive. The ability to create this look is the magic. The look itself is the Ta Da moment. 

I heard recently on a podcast (but wait, how do you have time to listen to podcasts when your own is so long? Hey, take it easy), two people discussed the idea of manufactured joy, mentioning places like Walt Disney World and Universal Studios, who are corporations that make money from people by creating "fake" joy. But here is the thing. That isn't fake joy. I have been to these places. I have seen the looks on the faces of people from all over the world, the faces of my own children, my wife, my parents, my sister and myself. These are places that work themselves to the bone, from the top of the company all the way to the janitorial staff, to create a world that exists outside of out own. The tickets are expensive and the crowds are large, but inside those walls are thousands and thousands of people who are experiencing true magic.

This is also true about movies. Movies, however, take it a step further by invoking whatever emotions they want. How can a movie, made up of characters that you don't know, bring you to tears? How can a movie, featuring people who can't come through the screen, make you scared? The answer is simple. It's the same answer for Walt Disney World, Universal Studios and even your every day illusionist. There is so much going on in the background that you can't see. What you can see is glorious as a result of the work of a large number of people performing a number of tasks to keep your focus where they want it. I like to think about these people, but I never think about them when I am in those moments. I think that is a part of their magic. All the thankless jobs that are performed at such a high level to advance the pleasure of what you can see.

Where the magic is lost, however, is when people try to peek behind the scenes. The mirrors, trap doors and false bottoms of the world make the world a better place. Snooping through your parents' closets to try and find presents from Santa, picking apart what is CG in a movie or trying to catch the theme park character out of costume are just ways to unnecessarily rob ourselves of a level of innocence that I wish we could all maintain. If we would just embrace the fact that there are some things that either can't explained or don't need to be explained in the moment, I feel like we could affect our own happiness in such a meaningful way that we could, at the very least, increase the positivity found in the average comments page online.

Catch you soon...