8 Day

An intriguing day to say the least. I am almost done with my book (Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows, in case you were wondering what I've been rambling on about). I've read up to the part where Harry is hit by the Killing Curse, and is talking with Prof. Dumbledore in his head, or at 'King's Cross' if you will. And I would like to recite something from page 693. I am befuddled for words to explain what this means to me, maybe it will be all clear if I just present it in front of you.

'Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts pattered against the hard surface of the incontrovertible truth, which was that he must die. I must die. It must end.'

I just can't fathom how to put this in a sense of humility and understanding. (I barely understand what I say sometimes, I just blurt what comes to my head first* The first reaction is usually the correct one). Well besides all that, I'm trying to figure out what makes someone courageous or brave?

Everyone would like to think of themselves as courageous or brave, but how many people would cry out not to be maimed by death? How many people would let others die, people they'll never know, or to be judged upon? Could you, in willingness and complete confidence die for a random stranger? It always makes me think, what would I do? Am I courageous/brave, or could I become like that in a particular time that required it? Well my answer in all honesty, is YES, I can and could die for someone I barely knew. I know this sounds outrageous to some people of how I can give up my life for another, and I also know you are asking yourself the same question I've been asking myself since I ever even started contemplating the politics of life, that question being: "What makes my life more valuable than any other persons life?" And I've finally come up with a solution to this answer beckoned to be answered and that is NONE, no one persons life is more important than any others.

If I died today right here on the spot (probably from lack of sleep) I can safely say that I would not have a doubt in my mind, nor regrets from my past. I may not have lived a long life, but a happy one can be ensured. =)

I will finish my little blog posting with a poem I guess, not any particular one, probably will have to write one about her again, just maybe.

We lay along the hillsides of meadows we dare not name
And fill our hearts of infatuation of those beasts we tame
Lust beguiles our heart and shame we've come
To hear the simple words, of undoing the undone.
Oh laugh ye faithful and faithless faces for fools feast upon which fate erases.~~alex g.