There seems to be less and less magic that we can experience as we grow older and older. I guess it is because we have this nagging feeling whenever we wake up to this world in the morning that we have seen it all.
Nothing is really interesting anymore. Even close relationships can become unbearably lifeless. Best friends and lovers can even run out of subjects of interest. I figure the point is not to seek more new exciting experiences, but to realize that the same old stuff is mostly good enough.
Yes, that might be "boring." But if we live each day, cleansed of yesterday's prejudices and unnecessary judgment, this same old world becomes anew.
Magic is abound.
A pleasant good morning to all! God Bless!