Somewhere between youth and aging, our belief and faith in all things magical, fade - little by little.

I noticed that as I gain more days, I become more and more rational on things. I dismiss thoughts, and ideas, of stuff that has connections with feelings, with fate, with chances. And I have been aware, for a long time now, that we all have this tendency, as we age, to believe in our dreams less, and settle with what comes and what's real.

Perhaps we perceive 'having dreams' as something of a story of the past, when we have yet to experience the truths nothing lasts forever and everything isn't possible. Well, even though I am not on their stage yet, I sometimes wonder; why is it that aged people seem to give up the idea of 'dreaming for more'?

I don't like this. I want to keep on dreaming and believing in magic, that is, leaving some of the child in me alive - and all the while keeping what's real, real. And I know time will prove me stupid eventually. But what is there to be lost, is there anything wrong with having faith on miracles and destiny? Maybe what folk tales and lost stories say is true, dreams stay as dreams and magical encounters cease to exist because people stop believing in them.