3 is the Magic Number

So I was about to fall asleep and I was in that state between drifting off to dreamland and being in tune with all that was happening around me. Until, unexpectedly, numbers (I honestly don't do numbers) came to my head. I started thinking about all the meanings and associations we give to numbers and realised how every digit has some kind of powerful meaning to us.

Then I thought about my favourite number- 3. They say it's the magic number. What the heck? Even a song has been written to honour this. For me, it represents my birthday, and as clichéd as this may be, it is probably the reason why I grew so fond of it in the first place. 3, however, also represents the number of people in my family as well as my phone network connection (unpaid name dropping). So it's clear, I personally have a strong connection to the number, but besides me and the three musketeers, why does the rest of the world think 3 is a magic number?

I mean, think about it. Nothing comes in threes: One winner takes it all; It takes two to tango; Conventional cars come with 4 wheels; We have 5 senses; 6 stands for Evil; 7 is the perfect number; 8 represents a new beginning; It takes 9 months for a mother to give birth; and there are Ten commandments. 

Even in Fairy tales! The princess slept on one pea, Cinderella had two ugly sisters, Snow white had seven dwarfs and Sleeping Beauty- well I guess she slept for a hundred years, numbers didn't really matter to her. 

I kept on battling with all these ideas for quite a while until it hit me straight in the heart... Three is the magic number because only the most special and unique things have a connection to 3. For Christians, the basis of their faith is built on the fact that Jesus rose again on the Third day and they also believe in an omnipotent Trinity. 3 is the start of a crowd- and a crowd only gathers when something BIG happens. 3 is what sums each one of us up- Past, Present and Future. But more importantly the phrase we all long to hear, the phrase we all need to hear, the phrase we're all afraid to say comes in a trio of words: I LOVE YOU.

The three simplest words in the English language, the three most singularly overused words, come together, in one phrase, which can be heart-stopping-ly life changing. 

I am a hopeless, self- declared 'I love you' (and there is no other way to put this diplomatically) slut. I recognise the power those 3 words have and shamelessly declare them to the people who I truly love, as much as humanly possible. 

Then again, isn't that the secret of those 3 words? We don't say them until we mean them (or rather until we find the courage to utter them), but once we do, shouldn't we then, never, ever get tired of repeating them? I don't think anybody can or ever will get tired of hearing those people who matter in their lives, reminding them of how much they are loved.

This is why 3 is the magic number- it stands for all the magic we have in our lives. The magic of being part of or in front of a crowd, the magic of hope in an omnipotent Divinity, the magic of how our past, present and future are intrinsically intertwined within us as individuals and the greatest magic of all- L.O.V.E.

And so today, with great pleasure, I raise my Margarita to the number 3- a number, which doesn't often appear in our lives, but when it does, it defines us. May you all experience the 3's you desire, whether it's faith, whether it's self-knowledge or whether it's those three powerful, magic words: 

"i.love.you"

:) xxx

The One Mirror We Simply Cannot Escape...

I was just reading my last blog which I published 6 months ago and it got me thinking how things can drastically change over such a short period of time. As I was going over my own words, I couldn't help but feel, a tiny spark of pride that I had written such things just weeks after what happened to be the worst ever break up of my life, to date.

It seems to me like being single is how I strike a balance in life- but maybe, just maybe, could it be that it is only because when you're single you're the only one in control? Yes, I undoubtedly love being on top and having everything under my own will. But if things slip out even when I'm on top, how can I trust that occasionally alternating won't get even messier? 

I guess after falling so many times, we build a tower around us and create our own comfort zone, surrounded by thorns and poisonous bushes, and just like Rapunzel we hide in there, waiting for that one man, brave enough and moreover patient enough to break through.

In our long and painful await, we start wondering whether this will ever happen, whether there will ever be a man who'll even try to fight through, if not to mention survive our tried and tested, own-built security system. And all of a sudden the idea of a prince charming riding on a white horse starts to become hazy and distant. We begin to blame ourselves, and thus start avoiding all the mirrors around us, which remind us of all our petty defects and imperfections that in our minds make us so undesirable and unworthy.

Just like that, we lose our reflection and live in our cotton wrapped worlds trying to protect ourselves from anything which may push us out of that cold, dark tower that we purposely lost the key for. Funnily enough we even feel good about it- unbreakable even. We turn that tower into a nice, homely, cosy place for ourselves, we buy tiny fairy lights, cover the walls in pretty wall paper and hang beautiful flowing curtains. We put so much effort into it and feel so at home in it, that we start forgetting why we haven't done this earlier. And we do find happiness, dare I say even inner happiness (as I mentioned in my last blog) as we realise that being alone is not so bad after all, it's a relief almost to not have anyone ruin your mood or plans with anything they say or do or even worse don't say or do in many cases. 

It all works perfectly well, until one blissful evening, so beautiful it mesmerises you, tempts you to escape the tower for a few moments, because unlike Rapunzel's tower, ours always has a secret exit only we know about. And in that brief period of time you make your way to civilisation, you bump into a man, maybe a complete stranger, maybe a best friend- your eyes meet and in that starry atmosphere, you let go of all inhibitions. You forewarn yourself that it will be for one night and never again, and so you run back to the tower and pull the secret door closed tightly again.

But there is something about that night, something which makes you reflect in the light of day- a zazazoom which rushes through your body every time you remember his lips on yours, which God forbid, makes you wonder, if all of a sudden, the tower has become slightly too restricting for your own liking. 

And what do you do if he's outside calling your name? What do you do if he proclaims to you that he feels that same zazazoom you do?  What do you do if he tells you he's willing to risk everything for you? What do you do if he tells you that your one kiss gave a new meaning to his life?

That, my friends, is the one mirror we simply cannot and will not ever be able to escape from... A mirror which lies in another person who reciprocates our same feelings... For that we let our hair down, we are willing to not only leave the tower but to also meet him halfway through the thorns and poisonous bushes. Because after all, even if the tower was lovely and safe, we yearn for that bonus point, that something more which gives a new dimension to our lives.

So today, I raise my margarita to those mirrors we can't and realistically, don't want to run away from. To those people who allow us to see ourselves in them, sometimes even better than we see our own selves. I lift it to those special people, who leave us no choice but to sprint towards them and give them the secret code to our secret door. May we all, sooner or later, find our own knight in shining armour to rescue us from the comfort of our own tower :) xxxx