We are all master wizards

In life, I have been most attracted to people's magic, drawn to those with the strongest magic, sometimes their magic that they were the most handsome, the most successful, sometimes their magic that they were the most wounded and in need of protection. I watched where their magic lasted, where it ended. I fell under the spell of the most influential wizards of the wizarding world and learned from their mastery not to cast spells, but to walk out of them, because my magic was to separate the real from the magical, so that I could walk. To walk in the world of sorcerers.

Those who did not recognize the sorcerers, who did not know that they were bewitched, called this life or manipulation. But it was only a stage where skills were displayed. A stage where no one's magic worked directly on anyone else, a stage where only the strength and breadth of the spells you cast on yourself attracted the attention of others, and through this attention you strengthened and grew your magic, added strength to your power. They received the most applause for their self-pity, for their beauty, perhaps for their artistic talent, sometimes for being unreachable, sometimes for being as close as an arm's length but never touchable. Even though the talent that receives applause changes every period, the essence has never changed.

Keep playing the game you are playing, believe in the power of your magic!

Believe in your helplessness, believe in your powerlessness, believe in your sadness, believe that you are the best, believe that you are the one who fights against injustice. As long as you believe in yourself, your magic will always be there and your place on the stage will always be protected.

That's why it's not what your magic is, but how powerful it is that matters to wizards.

The power of your anger, the power of your wound, the power of your pain, the power of your money, the power of your illness, the power of your desire for revenge, the power of your fear. A spell that would blind even his own eyes, a spell that would make him forget that he had done it. A spell that he exists...

Every being in this world is a master magician for these reasons.

You and me.

And each of us, each mage, watching each other, learning how to make our spells more effective, more powerful, we teach each other how to walk without getting caught up in them. At the end of the day, we will all come out of this world we have built together, and each master's workmanship is different and more valuable than the other.

Even though those who don't know magic think they are competing in their world, they try to run ahead and teach others how to go, how to get out of the corridors jammed with spells by holding their breath, while they open space for them to find themselves with the magic of competition and jealousy.

The one who opens safe arms and sings lullabies in her lap shows how not to get out of a spell while casting a spell of safety and loyalty. He teaches how to stay in a spell.

The spell each sorcerer casts on himself is his own masterpiece. And every particle that flows out of him is his support for the others.

This is a world where reality passes through us like a thin thread, but we cannot see or hear it because of the humming sound of spells, the world of wizards.

As we learn and master spells, we begin to lose interest in their effects, our interest wanes. Our attention starts to run after more powerful spells, more complicated creations.

At the end of the day, we decide on either a safety spell or one of the invisibility paths of reality. The path of reality is the exit from the wizarding world, but it is also the moment of entry into the wizarding world as a true wizard, as a master.

Both existent and non-existent, both everywhere and nowhere. Wandering in the gaps, not in the created, not in the planned.