Once upon a fairy tale

Do I believe in miracles? I’m not entirely sure.

I’ve noticed people mentioning miracles in passing, just tossing the word around the way some people toss around love. When someone scores a goal at the last second, it’s a “miracle.” When someone gets an A on a test, it’s a “miracle.” But I don’t think so. And I don’t believe in treating words like bread crumbs to be fed indiscriminately to the birds. Words aren’t to be used at random, thrown towards the ears of whoever is nearby. Words are precious, and they ought to be treated as such.

One of the reasons I wonder about the truth of miracles is the distinctly religious ties of the word. I have nothing against religion, mind you; I think that if you have faith, it’s a wonderful thing. But I don’t, at least not now, and so I sometimes feel awkward referring to such things. I wasn’t raised with religion, and so I have an extremely limited knowledge of all things biblical. This leads to, when I speak of things such as miracles, wondering if I’m using the term right. And, as I said above, I don’t want to talk about something if I’m using the words incorrectly.

Some people believe that everything happens for a reason. Others believe in fate. Still others believe everything is merely chance. My indecision between philosophies contributes to my hesitance around miracles. To speak of miracles is to speak of some outside force guiding things, such as fate. And without that trust in an outside force, where could miracles possibly exist?

There remains the possibility of miracles being a force of nature, just like whatever causes wind and rain and sun and stars. (And I don’t mean the scientific explanations.) In such a context, I imagine them as this strain of beautiful music, almost like a harmonica but undeniably gorgeous, just a few chords that bring happiness, if only momentary. It may be an odd image, but this is what I picture.

I would love to believe in miracles. And if I did believe, there are a few of them in my life right now. And if I didn’t? They’re the closest thing to miracles that could possibly exist.

I love you.

Stargrl

P.S. I’ve added a poem to “Some Random Poetry of Mine.”