Of magicians, love and knowledge.

I'm digging this post I did on tumblr a year ago (probably). It kinda resonates with the way I feel now, but it's also a reminder of something very personal. Anyway, it's nothing special, but here goes:


When Harry Houdini met (and almost subsequently) married his wife Beatrice, also known as Bess, their relationship also went professional. She would make all the bookings, supplies, schedules and what-have-you, while Houdini concentrated on improving stunts and developing skills, as well as new tricks, of course. To show his appreciation for Bess and her hard work, he would write a love letter to her on an almost daily basis, a practice that continued for the rest of his life.


As far as I know or have read (at the very least), Harry and Bess had one great, long-lasting relationship. They had this undying love and devotion for each other, so strong they devised codes so the skeptical, daring Houdini, who did not believe in the supernatural or paranormal (whatever floats your boat) could communicate with her from the other side if possible.


Time goes by and things get tougher, but one’s heart gets soft, I don’t really know if we get more vulnerable but we also pretend to be stronger, and we’re also getting stronger but we’re losing touch with the real world, making us equally vulnerable in the end. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but what I do know is that I should find a love like that. A girl I can really see, a girl I can really be with, a companion, more than anything. Someone I don’t have to buy or impress or whatever it is real losers do to have someone special in their lives. Someone who’s interesting, who doesn’t spend her day doing nothing, who’s not excessively vulgar and most of all, someone with an open mind and responsible for her acts, someone who’s able to go out without having to lie to her parents (yes, those kinds of people still exist) and I could go on, but whatever…