The Hidden Journal

It took me a long time to understand
that not all magic sparkles.
Some of it just hums softly in the background,
keeping time with my breath.

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The quiet kind of magic lives in the pauses —
in the way light shifts across the room,
in the small relief after forgiveness,
in laughter that comes easy again.

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It doesn’t need to be earned.
It doesn’t wait for perfect timing.
It’s already here —
woven into the fabric of now,
steady and kind.

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I used to chase miracles.
Now I let them find me —
in the smell of rain,
in the way my heart opens without warning,
in the peace of not needing everything to mean something.

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The quiet kind of magic doesn’t change the world all at once.
It changes the way I see it.

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— Desiree