I like to attribute the moments of spontaneous bliss to all the shooting stars that have delivered my heart’s desires to the universe; to all of the dimes tarnished by father time that I’ve entrusted my destiny with; to all of the dandelions that have allowed my dreams to be kept by the sky; to all of the birthday candles whose smoke I bargained with for childlike wonder. Perhaps, I’ll source the rest of this lifetime from magic in the most mysterious of places.