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Loud Magic

Chemistry is the face behind the things we call magic. It can exist in decibels so high they would be illegal in the loudest of cities. Or it can be replaced with nothing. Silence so sound that it can only be described as when fresh snow is falling. The way fresh snow suffocates sounds, lowering ambient noise over the atmosphere. Snow holds air hostage and attenuates vibration. When chemistry is lacking it is asphyxiating. Where would we be without chemistry? How would we live without magic?

In a dull world even the smallest interactions with the highest decibels of magical chemical sound can mean everything. To be a teenager when your hormones are at their highest is to live in magic. It is to be magic. To hold powers you cannot understand in a world you have yet to figure out. When you are a teenager magic doesn’t have to make sense, it doesn’t have to commit, and it doesn’t even have to be appreciated. Magic will happen whether you know it’s there or not. Our childhood prepares us for this time in our lives where the world is like a large dog on a leash. Yours, loving and sometimes overpowering. And each stage prepares us for the next and so forth.

As we get older the only magic we feel is the magic we allow to happen. Not only has the chemistry been muted, but we have built a buffer between us and the world. We are afraid to touch fire, because we have been burned before, but forget what lighting a candle feels like.


But very rarely we feel the magic we weren’t looking for. That’s the kind that exist in decibels so high they would be illegal in the loudest of cities. But like a silent rave only you and whoever else is wearing the same colored headphones can hear it. Everyone else can tell how you feel, but never exactly why.

And only if you knew what this magic felt like would you welcome it into your life. With our adult like filtering systems most of the unknown gets thrown out. We miss out on a lot. We feel guilty when we feel too much chemistry. As if we don’t deserve to have it or never bothered to master it. As if you cheated on a song just for listening to another. All chemistry is attraction, but not all attraction is sexual. Sometimes chemistry comes in the form of friendship or looking at a stranger that feels the same way and both of you acknowledging this fact. Sometimes magic comes from looking at a pet and watching as they run towards you with excitement. Chemistry is the constant realization that everything in this world is connected.

Our bodies are created to feel this magic before we know what it is. It is an evolutionary process. Or better yet, the basis of all living things. Your body temperature changes ever so slightly every time your feelings change. Listen to your body. Open your ears. Allow yourself to feel magic again, before you forget what it’s like and filter it out with the rest of the unknown.



  1. Mei

    Oh my! That was amazing ^_^ I really liked the last two paragraphs…I feel like you formed a truth that is most overlooked and I was truly inspired, so thank you!

    • Thank you soo much! It feels good when I connect with my writing. Especially when it’s something that doesn’t come up in regular conversation, but have to be written to be understood.

      • Mei

        YES! I really understand that. Like when you have this nagging sense/feeling/passion that you can’t quite bring yourself to understand until you spread your thoughts onto paper, and then you look at your work and it all fits into place…It makes sense, and it’s inspiration 🙂

      • Mei

        Thank you 🙂
        My words are just what inspires me…Like a soul from every person connected together, only to re-enter the cycle of inspiration. A painting all it’s own ^_^

  2. Being a teenager, I now understand that I need to appreciate my magic before it gets muted 🙂 Lovely post, thank you for sharing!

  3. Beautiful. I think the magic you talk about is what Saint-Exupéry writes about in “The Little Prince” – “it is only with the heart that one can see clearly” – that’s what we see with the heart….magic.
    Oh, and continuing the Little Prince connection, that’s where I also read “All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”

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