Oh ho ho, life is magic

A week ago I got back from an amazing trip to Ireland and the U.K. (excuse the incredibly unoriginal trip description). 

To date, my trip that I set out on last May has consisted of 11 different countries. Out of all 11 of those, I can now easily say that Ireland is my favorite place I have ever been. It was friendly, beautiful, historic and simultaneously adventurous, creative and vibrant. 

River Liffey at sunrise.  

River Liffey at sunrise.  

Dublin street art. #fairies

Dublin street art. #fairies

To describe it now almost feels like an injustice, but it was absolutely magical. Walking through the quaint yet energetic cobbled streets felt like walking through the set of a movie that only exists through the filtered and idyllic lens of a camera. But it was real. Preserved, untouched and admirably historical yet vibrant with exciting and artistic energy that only exists in a place touched by magic. It felt like fairies—thousands of Tinkerbells—were flying quietly overhead spreading a blanket of protective magic over the city, enclosing the best parts of human nature in a gentle hug of fairy dust. At night it felt like the fairies leprechaun friends danced through the streets throwing up gold from their bottomless pot onto the street, decorating the city with glittering balls of pristine happiness perfectly reflected in the calm, Liffey River that whispered the song of the mermaries as it drifted gently by. 

Those were the poetic lines that came to me and I stood looking at the sparkling river one evening, realizing that for the first time I was no longer feeling an eternal sense of homesickness for a place unknown. t was truly like I had found Neverland, and needless to say I never wanted to leave. 

This feeling of magic would have been enough just to exist in that moment. It would have been enough for me to think back on Dublin and remember the pure, beautiful essence that enveloped the city.

This bookstore in Galway says it best. 

This bookstore in Galway says it best. 

But the realization--or at least the feeling--that magic was all around me was made 10 times better by acknowledgment of the fact that the magic I experienced in Dublin is in fact a daily reality. While it doesn't always present itself in such forward and intense fashion, everyday we are surrounded by hundreds of miracles, accomplished feats on the seemingly impossible, and whatever "magic" we choose to see and believe. Dublin not only introduced me to a new, beautiful reality in which anything feels and can be possible, but it reminded me that by simply opening our eyes every day, magic will always be right there in front of us. 

It reminded me that the world is a beautifully complex yet simple place in which our reality is what whatever we choose it to be. So, in the words of Pilot: "Oh ho ho it's magic...and never believe it's not so."