It's a Kind of Magic

There isn't enough magic left in this world. I think there is just too much understanding and not enough wonderment. There is just too much explanation and rationalizing for my taste.

Yes, this is clearly a response to my own propensity to try and explain and understand everything on this earth logically, even things that inherently cannot be. When I think about it, understanding can be rewarding and useful. I think it should be something to strive for. But there are just some things about which I wish I could simply turn my brain off and enjoy or accept without relentless analysis or blind faith in some tautology.

I think the human race could do with just accepting some things as they are without needing some reason for it. You might see this as an attack on science or an attack on religion or a defense of religion or an attack on philosophy. It is, in reality, none of those things. It is merely an attack on myself. It is simply a wish that sometimes I could sit back and accept things as they happen and act upon things in that way. I wish I could live by one of my all-time favorite song lyrics by the Doobie Brothers:

And I ain't got no worries, 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all.

I actually keep a mug that was made for me with this lyric inscribed on it next to my bathroom sink specifically to remind myself of it every morning as I brush my teeth. Unfortunately some days it just doesn't sink in. I think if I weren't in such a damn hurry to live, I'd be able to relax sometimes and stop analyzing everything to death. Maybe then I could smell the roses outside.