Maybe this is the magic of life. Waking up early, commuting to work, working hard, commuting home, living hard. And in the moments in between, dreaming as boldly as you dare. But feeling secure in knowing that there's always a world of possibility out there, and you can chase any dream you choose. You can stop midstream, say "I don't like where this story is going" and start again. Maybe this is the magic of life. Knowing a fresh start is always possible.