I've been bothered by something recently.
Something that, at times when I really begin to think about it (such as now), is incredibly depressing.
That thing is how cartoons and any other show or movie I love has a certain element of magic in it that, when released, is difficult to recapture. This is something that I think is common to most people these days, at least the ones in my culture. We watch TV shows, like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope, or whatever else strikes our fancy, and it fills us with happiness. This happiness is as potent as it is temporary. This is something that is at once incredible and depressing.
Incredible, because something as simple as a children's TV show can ignite passion, drive creativity, and most importantly create genuine happiness and joy.
Depressing, because that same joy that the show generates is fleeting and temporary, and it takes a great deal of time for that magic to build back up so that it may affect a person the same way it did upon first discovery.
I remember when I first started watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic in the summer of 2012. The show was freely available on YouTube, and still is for the most part as far as I know, and I stumbled upon a pair of videos called "The Brony Challenge", one for season one, and one for season two. I watched those episodes voraciously for several weeks, getting in two or three a night in what I consider small doses. Each new episode was a new experience. A new discovery. They all had some kind of special magic in them that seemed to compel me to keep playing the videos and watch the adventures of Twilight Sparkle and her friends as she discovered the magic of friendship.
Every new episode had something novel to offer, and yet each new episode had the same magic that the preceding episodes contained.
It was like a drug.
It took over my mind for a time, making me obsess over finding time to watch the episode and committing details like names and such to memory, but this takeover was more than welcome. I reveled in it and allowed it to fill me with warm happiness such as I hadn't experienced in a long time.
Eventually however, I ran out of episodes. I watched "A Canterlot Wedding", and that was it. No more new episodes.
There was still some magic in those episodes, though. I rewatched them again and again.
But the magic was fading.
It was disappearing, and even today there is a noticeable difference in the way I view the episodes in my library and the feeling I got when I first discovered them.
The magic of seeing a new episode was gone, the high from the thrill of discovery vanished.
It's only now, in hindsight, that I truly feel the brunt of this realization.
This show was something special to me for a while. It filled me with delight that few shows had achieved, because of its innocence and optimistic attitude, and while it still entertains me, it fails to fill me with the same magic as it did before. I feel a longing in the pit of my heart for the time of discovery, and sometimes I get reminded of the magic I felt and it seems like all I need to do is put on an old episode and the magic will be there anew. Alas, it isn't. It's gone, and though it may be back eventually, it isn't here now.
But you know what?
We can't expect the magic to last forever. If magic was something that happened constantly, it would no longer be magic. It would be as normal and uninteresting as breathing, which would render it pointless and stale.
This magic is what it is because it is so fleeting. It is a precious commodity for this reason, one which cannot be ignored, and shouldn't be taken for granted.
It is tempting to want this magic around forever, and it's depressing when it leaves us. But instead of mourning the loss, be grateful for the time you had with it. Be happy that you were able to frolic in the meadows of your imagination with this wonderful new friend for a time, and though you'll surely miss him when he leaves, take comfort in the fact that he will return eventually. He'll probably be wearing different clothes, but he'll be the same magic you fell in love with the first time, and will surely fall in love with again and again.