I am lucky tonight. By chance, I tuned in to a radio station playing lovely, poignant piano music.
Whenever I hear lovely music, I'm in a world all my own. I become oblivious to situations around me. Sometimes, I am taken back to times tucked away in my mind, to happier days, more courageous dreams, lost loves, and days of grandeur. At other times, I imagine myself as some person with magnificence and power, very admirable, and doing only good. Such is the sway beautiful music can have on me.
Another magical moment for me is during the rare occasions when I can take a nap in the afternoon. When a week's worth of fatigue overwhelms me, I seek the solace of a quiet corner and sleep on the floor. At that point between wakefulness and slumber, random scenes, emotions, and aromas of lost years play out before me. The sensations are so intense that they jolt me to consciousness, after which I regret that they can only be so fleeting.
Of course there is a rational explanation for almost everything. A rational explanation is one of the ways by which we battle the unknown, which we instinctively fear. There could be rationalizations for my magical moments, one of them being my foolish sentimentality which I find so difficult to put in the sidelines. Another could be that I may have been destined to have a short life, or to be afflicted with dementia, and so I may be unconsciously making the most of my limited time with all manner and kinds of recollections.
Rationalization will take the magic out of my moments, and so I'm not interested in them. I want to have my magical moments as long as I can.
