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Ode to Casual Magic
It’s funny how we’ve all been waiting for the same things to happen in order to be happy. The milestones. The anniversaries. The massive weight loss. The deadlines. The weddings and christenings. A solo holiday to an exotic place. An ecstatic dance retreat in Peru. A promotion. Retirement. Running a third half marathon in a row without collapsing. Having a ring put on your finger. Finally getting that divorce done and dusted. Fixing your gapped teeth. Meeting your favourite influencer out in the wild.
The proverbial rat race is made of all the people running around like an army of headless chickens in search for this illusive final destination. What if there was no destination?
I’m not here to take the side of those who glorify the journey either. In my experience, happiness, the true kind, is not in the big wins. We’ve all been sold a big fat lie. The graduation, the 10-year reunion and even getting sober are not the things that will make all the difference. Not even that fantastic book deal that you’ve just signed, dear smug writer at the back!
Instead, learning how to do something new just for the sake of your inner child like riding a bike at 43 or soaking up the first rays of sunshine in weeks outside the Barbican for 20 whole minutes on a Saturday afternoon might just do the trick. Of course, I’m not suggesting you do these very same things to finally…
