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.