"All we need is maybe just a pinch... of pixie dust" - A Lit in the Life reflection

   Dear Reader,

   Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have pixie dust?

   In life even the smallest of tasks can seem like the hardest: making your bed, cooking a meal, finishing an assignment, even sleeping can seem daunting when the dark tendrils of insomnia creep up in the corners of your mind, and drive you mad before you could even possibly imagine of entering the Kingdom of Dreams. But what if that's all we could do... dream? Dream our lives away, dream our worries away in an eternal slumber? 

   Today's article is not a review dear reader, if anything far from it. Today I'd like to discuss the magic one can find just by dreaming, today I want to reach out of the screen you're reading this from and whisper a possibility in your ear. The possibility of pixie dust, a gift found in literature, making its way into our lives.

   Pixie dust, what a funny word. A term coined by none-other than J.M. Barrie in his novel Peter Pan, referring to a magical sparkly dust made by fairies that can make you fly. I wanted to touch on the topic of pixie dust truly because let's be honest, how often do we just wish and dream that our problems could be easily solved or could simply dissipate far far away? It's funny really, or to me it is, that something so minute and petite like a fairy could create something so magical that can lift even the heaviest of things from elephants to furniture to actual living children! Some might say it's fictitious, some might say it is just from a child's imagination, though I do believe that there is some ring of truth in the concept of this wondrous creation only found in literature and overall fiction. 

   But what if I told you that we really do have pixie dust in our corner of the universe? What if it wasn't some figment of one's imagination? What if it was real? I believe that we are just like Tinkerbell, small and fickle, precious and selfish, but in some way we too have the potential to fly. In some way we too have the possibility of pixie dust. Somewhere, deep in our inner core we too have the possibility of creating beauty from the mundane, seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary or finding the precious in the unexpected and the unprepared for. 

   It's all about perspective. 

   Afterall, isn't that how we are when we are children? We see the world through a different 
lens, we look at everything we see from a random spoon on the floor to a sunset or rainbow, differently. I agree with Peter Pan one hundred percent, why on earth would we want to grow old? Why on earth would we even want to grow up? I find it really funny how as we grow older we begin to ruin our own perspective of the world. We no longer see the random spoon on the floor as amusing (a true find to behold!), we no longer look up to appreciate the rainbow in the sky anymore as we're too busy sulking over the muddy rain that came before it that tainted our cars and blotched up our windows. 

   This isn't just about pixie dust and solving our problems, finding the inner-power in ourselves and soaring. No. This is also about realising that we are alive, that we are breathing, that we are seeing and hearing... Neil deGrasse Tyson says, we won the lottery of life and I daresay I have to agree with him. Thousands, millions if not billions of people have the possibility of being born but never will be. If we put this into perspective we always forget how our time on this planet is limited, it's precious, I mean... do you know how much a minute of life would cost? Just one minute of breathing, of seeing, of smelling and touching, a whole minute of living. Think about it. Life is already rare as it is in the universe so think about how much it would actually physically cost to be able to just be, to just sit down with a heart pumping blood, to have air hugging your lungs, to have your mind whirring of endless possibilities.

   The point is dear reader, we are so busy lost in ourselves, lost in our minds as we try and map out its crevices and alcoves that we're too busy to actually bother to appreciate where we are now. Pixie dust is a gift but to be able to soar we need to be aware that without it, life is still just as beautiful! This is why I wanted to tie this message in with the tale of Peter Pan, the tale of the boy who never wanted to grow up, the story of the child whose heart still stayed pure and innocent and whose spirit never dimmed or swayed. Peter never cried when he was faced with fighting Captain Hook, if anything, he smiled in the face of adversity and took the devious man's despair with a pinch of exhilarating thrill and adrenaline --- a challenge to be overcome, a monster just awaiting defeat. I believe that we need to be just like Peter: carefree, kindred and full of imagination, hope and strength. We too can be the sources of pixie dust if we just look up, look around ourselves and believe. 


   So my dear reader, give it a go! Look around and bask in the beauty of life, soar with the pixie dust you too can create and take every challenge as a new adventure. Who knows, maybe one day you might really just find yourself in none other than Neverland.

WATCH: You won the lottery of life. #hopecore #fyp #corecore #foryou (youtube.com)

Yours,

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