The Magic That Explains It
Imagine a world built on choices, where every decision carries the weight of your future in its palms. You find yourself in this place—a realm where people dismiss magic and luck as illusions, insisting that serendipity is merely the shadow cast by the decisions we make.
Here, you learn to calculate each action, believing they alone chart the course of your life and destiny. In this world of careful reasoning, you discover a cruel mathematics: when misfortune finds you—whether real or conjured by an anxious mind—you turn the blame inward.
You cling to a philosophy that whispers bad things happen to bad people, good things happen to good people. So you strive with desperate fervor to do good, to earn your place among the worthy, to become someone deserving of happiness.
You walk through days convinced that goodness is a currency you can spend, that kindness is an investment that guarantees returns. Yet the world keeps surprising you with its indifference to your careful calculations.
Slowly, reluctantly, you join the ranks of those who understand a harder truth: that the universe operates within its own mysterious scope of reason and chaos, where sometimes bad things simply happen, regardless of how good you've tried to be.
Even this understanding feels like another attempt to impose reason on the unreasonable. You cling to practicality like a life raft in an ocean of uncertainty, desperate to explain everything through logic and choice. You resist the whisper of something else—something that feels foolish to acknowledge, something that tastes of magic.
But then something happens that shatters every careful theory you've built.
You meet someone who changes everything, and no amount of reasoning can explain it. No decision led you there, no calculation predicted it, no good deed earned it. It simply was—pure, inexplicable, beautiful serendipity.
Standing in the ruins of your logical world, you realize that some things can only be attributed to forces beyond understanding. Some gifts arrive not because we've earned them, but because magic still exists in quiet moments, in unexpected meetings, in the honor of receiving someone's affection when you least expect it and most need it.
And so you understand: meeting her, having the privilege of her love—this can only be explained by magic, for nothing else comes close to capturing the wonder of it all.
