my sister’s sick for these past few days… and she sort of went on a Harry Potter journey on her own, watching the series from the first movie and she’s just finished watching the fifth one.
i was watching this scene where Harry and his friends were at the ministry… when Sirius was just killed by Bellatrix, and Voldemort came; and can you believe that by just coming to watch that particular scene, the scene where Harry was sort of possessed by Voldemort and he said: “You’re the weak one. You never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.” the whole concept of it, and also the images in the flashbacks is tearing me up.
and yesterday, i watched Rapunzel with my friends… the scene where lanterns are literally littering the night sky. i was breathless, i nearly cried… remind me to do a review on that movie. it was awesome.
i mean, everything comes with sacrifices. i didn’t cry for nearly 2 years in late junior high school– when you spend most of your waking hours crying in late elementary because of the bullying and peer pressure, you most likely will toughen up. but then, i have to lower down my walls in order to write. and not just write crap.. but really good things. because you have to feel them before you can be sure that other people are enabled to feel them… whatever ‘them’ is. but i’m scared that i will never get to write well… i’m afraid that the things that i wrote wouldn’t be accepted by the public. i’m afraid that i will let my characters down just because i couldn’t write excellently. i mean, my characters in itself are awesome! they’re practically living figments of my imagination. but i’m scared that i will not do them justice.
people will always react by saying: “you’ll never know before you try.”
but that’s not the case now… i’m willing and is trying hard to put faith in those words. but things aren’t always easy when you’re scared… and i’m scared now.