Had a lovely soiree with some kindred spirits this evening, with fancy fare like San Pelligrino, cheese and bread. The kind of friends where it doesn't matter how long its been since you last saw each other, you still feel close, and you only quit talking because you're too tired to keep going. We've been friends for years, and what stood out to me this evening was how we've increasingly had to face life's ugly parts as we get older. Things that can leave one embittered, cynical. All four of us however haven't succumbed to it, and its got me wondering why. Is it faith? Is it upbringing? What keeps us buoyed against the saddest parts of life? I don't know. I decided a long time ago that seeking magic is what keeps me afloat. Magic of all sorts. Keeping wonder in everyday living. But what is it for others?
I'm grateful to know people like them, to have kindred spirits, and the kind of conversation that leaves you thinking for days afterward.