just finished reading half-blood prince. masterful piece. anguish. couldn't concentrate on the last chapter, because my mind kept going in circles uncontrollably. revisiting the impactful scenes in the previous chapter. great read. sad though how ginny had to end. resigned to the fact that bk7 won't be until one or two good years, i hope i'll be able to chuck the emotions, to prevent thoughts from revolving through my head. now everytime i listen to james blunt, it'll remind me of harry potter. because i'd been listening to him throughout my read of the book.
the past week, especially during and after movie magixs, i'd been reflecting and thinking about a great deal of stuff. mostly on friendship, and how it is so unfortunately questionable. and also kinship, and the complications of it. priorities and how ppl know too well the importance of certain things, but yet allow other stuff to shroud himself. unable to distinguish that certain things that may seem to be 'not to be missed' are but actually really insignificant.
sometimes peering at life in macro form, would really allow one to judge effectively the importance of certain things.
what is it then, that last episode of drama serial, that made u bitch with ur sibling when he wanted to watch something else. or that momentary lost of internet connection, that made ur curse and swear at your service provider. or even the inability to join ur friends for supper simply because ur parents wanted u home by 9.30, that made u nurse a burning hatred for them. or even, or even, not being able to go for that christian concert because of major exams. WHAT are these when life is taken and examined the way a cheek cell is.
yes, we all experienced situations like those, we all felt that they meant so much at that point of time, too much to forgo. too much to sacrifice, too important in our perspective. that sometimes leads to hurt that was never ever worth it from the beginning. but then we look at them from a wider perspective of life, and realise they really are worthless.
i would continue to blabber on abt my reflections on kinship and friendships.. but that would bring my short post to a length readers won't fancy. the confusions and contradictions that muddle the line of friend and foe. the non-existent attempt to refute sin the ability to hurt, that often inteprets as a badmouth by a friend of another, in the context of friendship. and as much as we detest such actions, we then reflect and realise we ourselves at some point or another have done so or thought of doing so, becoming hypocrites ourselves.
this post was never meant to go anywhere, but provoking thought in others and straightening out my own - though ending the post here, the latter has yet to be so.
'And still i hold your hand in mine, in mine when i'm asleep'
