Pulling a Trick – Entry Two

This is dedicated to you.
Just so you know . . .

I was thinking about two words.
Be magical.
How amazing.

I was thinking about what this must entail or what this means, to be magical, or to be amazing and so pure at heart.

Perhaps, to be magical is as simple as being powerful enough to influence the heart or the courage. If anything, maybe being magical is nothing else but a call to arms, or an order to be you, and to stand and be counted. Maybe this has nothing to do with something up our sleeve. There’s no rabbit being pulled from a hat on this one.
Maybe all it takes to be magical is to stand up and be counted.
I love that saying.
Stand up and be counted.

Our ability is something that is often mistaken and often misunderstood and overlooked. Hence, we hardly see or understand our abilities. We rarely know how amazing we are to this world, and even when we are told, we are still unaware or caught in stages of disbelief that we are capable and able to influence a person, place, or thing.
Most people are unaware of their ability to inspire; therefore, this is why I am offering you this entry. I have nothing else that is as personal as this. Maybe this is too much for some people. Maybe an outpour of emotional truth is frightening to most people.
But you are not most people.
You are you.

it amazes me when people fail to realize their ability to inspire or to help someone heal.
It is amazing to me who you see yourself as human; whereas, you are human, but you are also heroic, which supersedes the basic mediocrity of normal, everyday people.

I think about the struggles I have had with my concepts of beauty.
I often think about the definition of beauty or what beauty means to me.
I realize that beauty is relative. However, I also realize that as beautiful as someone is on the outside, an ugly inside would only leave them as average, at best.
The same can be said about being heroic.
The same can be said about being inspirational
No matter how amazing someone is on the outside, they can only be average if their internal demons win them over.
Nothing about you is average.
Nothing about you is normal, everyday or mediocre.
However, what I see is what I see.
The real question is, what do you see?

Do you see yourself as inspirational?
Do you realize your ability or what happens when you enter the room?
I am not necessary in this equation. However, no matter where I go or who I am to you, the fact remains that the world is a better place because of you. More accurately, the world needs more of you.
Not less.
I have been trying to master this idea for myself. But like you, I am human and therefore, I am searching for my own hero, or otherwise, I am learning to be my own best friend.
Either way, do you understand what inspiration is?

Take a smile, for example. Think about laughter. Think about the contagiousness of a person who can walk in the room, and just like that, the lights are on, and the room shines differently.
This is magical.

I know that a “trick” can be defined as deception or perhaps a trick can be seen as a form of coercion, or maybe there’s more. Maybe a trick is the ability to overcome or outlast, or to somehow, and without any logical reason, we have been able to withstand the pains, or the letdowns, and the heartbreaks. Yet, although we fell or hurt, or maybe we “lost,” or even if we are too broken for repair; the trick at hand is not the magic it took to show up, one more time.
No, the trick itself is the craft and the endurance and the determination, which all come to the sum of an ingredient that lets us to stand up and smile.
Even if there is nothing to stand for and nothing to smile about—the real trick is not so mystifying; but instead, the trick we pulled is more about how we defied the odds or how we refused to give in.
This is magical.

We never gave up. We never cracked.
We might have lost some of our gains. We might have changed. We might be sore and we might ache; but still, and I swear this is the biggest trick that anyone could ever pull—we found a way to manage ourselves in the face of adversity.
Or even in the conviction of all hell—the devil knows we exist and still, “he trembles” because despite our sentence in hell, we still believe in the battle of good.
We believe in the ability to overcome. We believe in the magic of the heart and the mind, and the soul.
And this too is magical.

I know there is magic in the world. I see this all the time. And I’m not alone.
I am also not alone when I say that we overlook this magic.
We do this all too often.
I am not alone when I say I fail to see my own magical ways.
After all, I am human too.

This is the world we live in.
It is amazing to me when people fail to see their own beauty.
It is amazing to know that people overlook themselves, and thus, it is amazing to me when people succumb to their own losses, when in fact—there is no such thing as loss, only gains.
Men like us can never lose because with every loss comes an opportunity to stand up, one more time.
Understand?
I don’t care how far we have fallen; and I don’t care how long we have been beaten—the ability to stand and continue and face the fight for the rest of your life is not just a trick—this is heroic.

You are heroic.
You have to see this.
You have to.
Otherwise the blindness can be deafening.
(Understand?)

I have a question.
The question is basic and simple. At the same time, perhaps the question is too deep or maybe this is too intense.
How much does intimidation weigh?

I understand that the question might sound odd since intimidation is only a word.
At the same time, the definition of a word, or the connotation and the denotation of a word relative and subjective.
However, and before moving too far away from the question, I have to explain that weight is a clear and physical principle.
For example, I know that I would not have to struggle when it comes to lifting something as light as a box of cereal.
I would not be intimidated by a 10 or a 15lbs dumbbell. However, the heavier the weight, the more the thought machine needs to pick up or attack the thoughts of doubt.
Can I lift this?
Am I strong enough?

I know that my keyboard weighs less than the television in my living room. I know that a gallon of milk weighs less than my laundry, which I have to bag up and take to be washed every weekend.

I can understand weight when it comes to physical descriptions. I can understand why I can lift something light without intimidation or without fears of failure.
From a physical standpoint, I can understand why there are certain things that are too heavy for me to consider or why I’d be too intimidated to try.

But what if I am stronger?
What if I am more capable than my doubts can conceive?
What if I am, in fact, a champion?
What if I am like you?
You are a champion of all champions, beautiful, amazing, and unstoppable.

The body is magical.
And so are you.

I am thinking about the odds that we have defied. I am thinking about the problems we have turned into possibilities and the obstacles we have overcome.
I often look back and think about trials and the challenges that we encounter throughout our life.

I am thinking about the overlooked amazement, which is you, or me, or us, and despite the enemies or the odds—somehow, we manage to prevail.
This is magic.
I am thinking about the odds that we have beaten and the tricks that we pulled.
This is, of course, what happens when intimidation loses way to our will and to our intent.
We can accomplish anything when our will and intent is relentless because this is what happens when we overcome the weight of intimidation.

There is no more win or lose.
There is no more hard or soft, easy or difficult.
There is only “the way.”
This is magical, all on its own, because this allows us to remove the weight of intimidation. This allows us to change our thinking.
This allows us to remove the pressure to perform for the crowd or for the masses because, rest assured, this is a fight. And yes, life is a fight.
Only, our fight is always within.
There is no opponent better than us when we are at our best.
There is I against I, me against me, and the side who wins is the side that forces our will and our intention to overcome the adversity in our hearts.
Which side of you do you want to be victorious?

There is no more win or lose nor is there an attachment to the passion or sway of irrational emotion that considers failed attempts or failure as a whole.

I say this now and I say this often: We are in the effort business. Not the result business.

We cannot allow results to define or to intimidate us. We are machines now, moving mechanically and methodically, like an ongoing equation. We are the square root of our own equation.
We are the math that either adds or multiplies, or divides and subtracts us from the game.

We cannot give in.
We cannot submit to the judgment factors of win, lose, pass or fail.
We can only move. We can only adjust and adapt.
There is no more intimidation and, therefore, we are weightless, and if we are weightless, then we are far stronger than we can possibly imagine.

I know what pain is.
I understand why a paper cut hurts less than a broken bone. I know that my migraines hurt more than my back aches. I understand the differences between the pain because of the physical representation.
But wait . . .
How much does our pain weigh?
This is an interesting question.

I know that aches and pains can be heavy. I understand their difference because there is a physical representation. However, there is no physical representation when it comes to emotional pain. In fact, the weight of this, or a loss, or the heavy burdens of emotional pain can be infinite.

Here’s the trick . . .
you are far more capable than you understand.
You are capable of great things.
You are heroic.
Your body is a great machine.
Your mind is as well.
However, your mind is filled with energy and, therefore, energy is like electricity which is neither positive nor negative, but instead—your electricity (or your energy) is in need of direction.
You have to flow.
This is the answer to your riddle.
Don’t overthink it.

We have to remove the complications of thought and remove the burdens of emotional thinking. Therefore, we have to switch to a new game plan.
We have to create a plan of attack, and then we have to build a strategy to achieve this in a step-by-step manner.

There is no more loss.
There is only opportunity.

I am here to pull off my trick. I am here to better myself, at least a little bit each day.
And no, I am not a prize fighter. But I am a contender—at least this is what I aim to be.
Otherwise, my aim is to be free from the weights of emotional thinking, free from the burdens of doubt, and free from the ideas of win or lose, and free from the devastation of rejection or the assumption that something about me is not enough or good.

I am me.
You are you.
Our fight is not the same but, with all of my heart, I promise you this:
Ain’t nobody in the world is gonna cheer for you louder than me.

So, let’s go, Champ!
You and I have some work to do.

It’s your turn, son.
Let the world see who you are.
And with all of my heart, don’t ever be afraid to be magical.
After all, this is who you are anyway.

Understand?