One of the most vivid memories my mum likes to tell people is that time when I was maybe around five, standing at the edge of the little "balcony" back in my old hometown, wearing my costume fairy wings, ready to jump and fly. When my mum came into my room and found me there, I asked her if I was able to fly and when she said no, I was so sad as - although I only remember that day vaguely - I really thought I could soar off into the sky, like I had this feeling deep inside me that all I would have to do is trust in that.

I was a kid that was pretty obsessed with fairies. My favorite TV show at that time was "Winx" and just as my favorite character Bloom I wanted to fly and see the world from above so when I got an injection at my doctor and he told me to think of something good, I imagined myself soaring above forests, all along with my friends from that show.

Today, I - of course - know that magic like fairies or wizards are and invention of human-kind.

However, I still believe that there's magic around us, but we have just grown to be too cynical to realize it.

Magic occurs when two people meet each other and feel this bond right away without even saying a single word - no matter if it ends up in a friendship or a relationship.

We get a fleeting glimpse of magic every time we are so happy that our cheeks blush and our smile literally goes from one ear to another.

It is truly magical when we find that we saved ourselves from the dark, that we are finally clean. And that we are capable of so, so much.

We find magic when we're beginning to learn how to love ourselves.

Call me a hopeless romantic but I think it's important that we see this magic from time to time, even and maybe especially when we think it is gone or has never existed at all, in order to truly find a life of our own.

xxx Sarah