Magic.

I don't think I'll ever understand most things in life, I'll never know most things in life, like what I am or who I am, or what I'm doing here, or my "purpose", or my "calling in life". Not because I'm uneducated or undereducated or because I'm dumb and stupid, but because, I just know some questions don't have answers. I didn't create the life I have, something else did. Perhaps, someone else. But I surely didn't. And my "purpose", if at all I have one, lies with my creator. And I'm not even curious about it. I'm just fascinated by it. This is magic that I live in. That's the most sensible word I can find to describe life. Very fascinating and very, very capable. Capable of everything, anything. Capable of love, light.

Just capable.

Love, peace.