Ahem. Whatever.
So in light of the extended period of time since my last pointless blog post of random and useless ramblings, here is another post of that very nature. Enjoy.
To be honest, I couldn't care less if you don't enjoy it. Can't you just feel the love?
Recently, I was subject to a most harrowing, yet thrilling event. An event that had the potential to destroy my life, and to a certain extent it did just that. This event wasn't something to be taken lightly, nor was it something that could be ignored or avoided.
I'm talking about the end of my childhood, the end of that magic that was a major part of my growing up.
Harry Potter 7 Part 2 was released. I watched it and eventually, as all movies do, it ended.
Do not underestimate the severity of the impact this had on me.
Now, I hadn't really dwelled on this in a few weeks, university and study taking some precedent over my grief.
However, now I am mentally transported back to thinking about the finality of that movie. Harry Potter, both the books and the movies, had a special part in my formative years. While that isn't the topic of this post, it is somewhat relevant to a somewhat serious idea.
Oh dear. Me talking about something serious? No mention of metaphoric drugs*? Good God, what has the world come to.
Moving on.
'Don't forget your roots my friend, yeah.
Don't forget your family, yeah.
Don't forget your roots my friend,
The ones who made you, the ones who brought you here."
Yes, I did just quote Six60. Yes, I happen to really like this song.
Because they happen to make a very good point. Your roots.
No, not THAT kind of root. Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty minded child.
Your roots. Where you came from. Your home. The experiences that you had. The people who where there from the start, and the ones that came and went. The movies, books, toys, TV shows and pets you had. Harry Potter. The things that shaped you into the person you are today.
Because without any of those things you wouldn't be the person you are today. And let's face it, you are loved for who you are, not who you think you should be or who others think you should be. Whether its your family, your friends, your girlfriend/boyfriend/husband/wife, your children or your pet bloody chinchilla, they all love you for being you.
Of course, you can't forget a bit of self love. Nothing wrong in learning to love yourself for who you are. In fact, it makes you a happier person. Self love, self respect and self acceptance. Can't go expecting people to love someone who doesn't accept themselves.
Now, to all of those out there who are thinking 'oh God, she's really gone off the deep end of the crazy pool this time, talking about love and roots (not that kind of root) and all that fluffy, glittery, hippy like crap', you can stop reading now and piss off. Because in all honesty, if you disagree with me you're the only one making you read this blog anyhow. I haven't super-glued your corneas to your computer screens.
I don't think.
We're all different, we all came from different places and we've all felt and seen and heard different things. We might all be unique (just like everybody else), but we all are who we are meant to be. Where we are now is where we're meant to be, even if we're unsure of where we want to go/what we want to do/what we want to be next.
So we might as well all get used to it. Stop complaining about how you'd rather have someone else's life or some period of time from your past, and learn to love your now. Once you love and accept now, you can properly dream about what you want tomorrow, next week and ten years into the future.
Plans change, dreams last a lifetime. Allow yourself to live in the moment, let things go when they don't go according to plan. Make the most of every opportunity that now has to offer. Life is too short to regret not giving something a chance.
Everything that has happened up until this point was needed to happen to get you where you are today. Accept what's been and gone; lost friends and family, that special someone that didn't work out, that thing that wasn't really a success. Be grateful for what you had, for what you have, and be there for the people that are always there for you.
In short, accept life for what it is.
*Actually I am still a metaphoric drug dependent. I won't be in rehab any time soon, and am enjoying the benefits of my "drug" of choice. My drug is a good drug, doing things good drugs should do, despite the minor side effects that come with any figurative drug abuse. That being said, I'm not planning on beating this addiction for a indefinite period of time.
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