When you are little, you enjoy fantasies of fairy godmothers who sprinkle fairy dust with their magic wands and make miracles happen.  And then what happens?  You grow up, and you put on your suit, and carry your briefcase, and fall into lock-step with the others who no longer talk to the fairies.  Ah, what happened to the magic?  It is still there, my friend.  It has always been there just waiting for you to pick up the wand and sprinkle some around yourself.

When you believe in magic, magic happens.  But what is the definition of magic?  It is not a trick, not deceit, but a lifting of the veil so that the two worlds can unite and together create wonders.  What is in the fairy dust?  A sprinkling of belief and hope, and a huge dash of love.

Believe in magic.  Believe in yourself.  Step out of line, and fly.