The smallest things in life make me want to believe in magic. That might sound like bullshit, but I kid you not. There are just some things that I come across that make me think, this is it. Some things just click for us, and we take a second (whether it be in that moment, or afterwards), to think about the best things in life. Why do we go through tough times, even when it feels like they’ll never end? Why believe in something bigger than us?
Note: this isn’t me preaching to a religion. This is me, trying to get you to see where I’m coming from, before I tell you about a couple things that make me believe that it’s all worth it. All the pain, the suffering, the tears.
What makes the bad stuff worth it?
One thing that always makes me fill up with joy is laughter. Laughter coming from myself, or my siblings, or a little baby I’ve only ever laid eyes on. It is the sound of happiness that brings a smile to my face and crinkles up my eyes. It is the loud, pure sound of a child getting chased by the Tickle Monster or enjoying a Dance Party in the living room.
It is the booming sound coming from a crowd of strangers enjoying each other’s company.
It is the soft, quiet laugh escaping a mother’s mouth when their child says the craziest thing.
It’s the heavy chuckle coming out of a grown man after he’s said something that he thought was funny, but was clearly too much for the rest of the room.
And it is the sound of a bunch of different people coming together as one, whether it be over a joke at dinner or a game of Cards Against Humanity.
Personally, the best kind of laughter to hear is the kind coming from a little kid, but all laughter is good to hear. It means that we’re not completely miserable creatures; we use a couple of minutes of our days to fill with pure bliss. I’ve met a couple of people in my life with very unique sounds for laughter, and when they start, I can’t help but join in. And that’s awesome.
Another thing that is so beautiful and therapeutic for me is a hug—and I’m not talking about your crappy, little, awkward side hugs. I’m talking real, long-lasting embraces between two people. Those things are magical.
On YouTube, both Boldly and Glamour Magazine acted out on a study, and had multiple couples hug for four minutes straight. I know that doesn’t sound like a long time, but in hugging time, that is a really long time. And it did wonders for the people in the videos. (Go ahead and watch them.)
If you hug someone for just twenty seconds, your heart rate and blood pressure decrease, depression is eased, stress is reduced, and so on and so forth. It’s physically good for you to hug someone. It also increases trust and communication between the two subjects…which is exactly what we all need in this world.
This is actually why people want to be embraced when they cry, or when someone is open to embrace those crying: it is a physical method to calming a person down, and trusting those with open arms. Literally.
Nothing beats a good hug from someone you love, especially when you haven’t seen them in a while. I never forget a good hug…or a good hugger. I appreciate you guys the most.
The last thing that I am going to mention that does wonders for people, myself included, is music. The power of music can take us away from anything we want to escape from, as well as bring us back to a place we wish could have lasted forever. And if you have ever met a person that doesn’t feel anything towards any kind of music, cut that person out of your life.
Because that person is probably an alien.
I love being able to listen to 1985 by Bowling for Soup, and see a bunch of little kids dancing in a living room, where a boy that was taken too soon got to party like the world was his to own.
I love that Let the Music Play by Shannon reminds me of a happy teenaged girl dancing in between hundreds of other people at Bald Hill with her mom and little sisters.
I love that Youth of the Nation by P.O.D. reminds me of a big, black Bronco and a man that jams out in the car harder than anyone else I know.
I love that You’re Gonna Miss This reminds me of a boy with a guitar that I hate a little more every time I hear the song, because you were right, and that stupid song makes me cry every time.
I love that listening to Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You reminds me of my favorite scene from 10 Things I Hate About You, and that Killing Me Softly reminds me of three drunk girls locking everybody else out on a terrace, and yell-singing in an apartment with all of their hearts.
I love that music takes you back to people and places, and can make you feel how you did in the moment that you remember it so well. The fact that something has that kind of power over me makes me believe that there is magic in this world, because what else could that be?
My memory sucks, remember?
These little things in this big, scary world make everything worthwhile, so I have a little something to end this off with:
I hope your laughter either outlives your tears…or causes them.
I hope you hug someone soon, and feel the connection you have with that person.
And I hope you listen to a song, and let it take you somewhere. Let it take you to a person or a place, or make a new memory and just dance.
To Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn.
Prompt: What 3 little things are just so magical to you?