today i watched the hobbit (for the first time, read the book haven't seen the movie) and harry potter and the deathly hallows (for the millionth time, literally). after i watched them, i was feeling sad and a bit angry for various unrelated, possibly idiotic reasons, which led to solemnity and deep thoughts (i also have a lot of feelings towards harry potter and lord of the rings) and that's when i thought to myself, is this it? existence, that is. you're born, you do some stuff, and then you die. where's the extraordinary aspect? the unexplainable, wonderful, and magical? where's MY unexpected journey? but that's when my subconscience slapped me in the face and cleared my blurred vision of sadness and irrationality. maybe, just maybe, we don't need witchcraft and wizardry or extraordinary things in our world, because we already have them. things like love, passion, and creative minds are the true magic in our world. and maybe, just maybe, that's enough for our own adventures and we're living them right now. when we were small we read books that told of magic and magnificent adventures and thought that our world consisted of a dreamy and wonderful reality, but why on earth should that mean none of that is true? why should we stop believing? of course this world is full of dark and cruel things, as are fantasy lands, but why must we always seek the bad things but not wish to destroy them when there is so much goodness and inconceivable things happening right in front of us? why must we ignore the journey that's been waiting for us this whole time?
"Tell me one last thing,' said Harry. 'Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?' 'Of course it is happening inside of your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
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