Magic isn’tbelieving in yourself. Believing in yourself is believing in yourself.
Magic is the ability to shoot fireballs from your hands and conjure minions from the twisting nether to do your bidding. Or to a lesser extent, knowing what card someone is holding or pulling a rabbit from a hat.
I’ve seen this jibberish pass through my facebook feed at least 29 times and every single time I angstily think to myself “Who posts this shit? What’s the purpose? What are you trying to convey? That you’re deep? That you yourself think like this? WHY ARE YOU POSTING THIS!?!”
These supposed words of wisdom are often incorrectly attributed to a wide variety of knowledgeable people: Bruce Lee, Buddha, Christopher Reeve, Confucius and Vanessa Carlton to fictional characters like Yoda and Morgan Freeman.
I am not the car I drive, nor am I the house I live in.
I am not the music I listen to or the films I watch.
I am not the clothes I wear.
I am not the phone I use.
I am not the television I watch, nor am I the books I read.
So I’ve been nominated for a Liebster Award and have absolutely no idea what that means.
As far as I can tell it’s either the blogging equivalent of a well earned pat on the back from one of your peers, or the blogging equivalent of a chain email elderly relatives are compelled to pass on.