Do you think miracles still exist? I always hear of these great, over the top, miraculous stories that are never happening to me. They are extraordinary stories of healings, money coming in and meeting that bill of $5670.02, crossing paths with that perfect person that gets you your dream job.
I know. I know. There are the day to day miracles that we often overlook. The miracle of the green grass and the blue sky, a plane getting you from one destination to the next, and Christmas (I like Christmas).
I used to be one of those people that hoped and believed that anything could happen, that all things are possible. I was that kid that believed in the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I really did. I even looked for it.
Growing up makes everything look smaller like when you visit your old elementary school and the hallways and classrooms look a lot squishier than you remember. Everything once looked so big and shiny and exciting. Now it’s smaller, worn out, and not so shiny. I like being a grown-up. I don’t want to recapture my youth exactly. It’s not about winding back the clock or getting de-wrinkled. I just miss the belief that youth brings.
You’re not suspicious that when something good happens something bad will follow. You trust and believe that things will work out. There’s not a lot of doubt or we’ll see. There’s yes and absolutely! There’s more naivety, but it’s simple. In that kind of simplicity there is room for the big and the miraculous. Tomorrow really is a new day and the past disappointments don’t matter. Life can be an adventure for the guarded and the cynical.
I feel like that kid in the movie Polar Express where Tom Hanks punches out letters in his ticket and the letters spell out BELIEVE. Maybe I should approach life more like a child and B..E..L..I..E..V..E. It beats doing that grown up thing called worrying. It couldn’t hurt to be more like my five year old daughter who came up to me the other day and said, “My favorite things are brownies and rainbows.” Me too.