Yesterday, I revisited Harry Potter mania. I remember 7 years ago, how Harry spoke in Parseltongue with his squeaky adolescent voice, I wonder how come 12 year old wizards can drive cars while I can't even brake properly, we share animated laughter at Snape and his 'darkness' - "Malfoy, perhaps?" points and turn - I see youth, I see spells, I see magic.
“Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as some day, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.”
The Catcher In The Rye, J.D. Salinger
Today, I see truth unravelling and I see through myself, so does everyone else. So each day, I grow but I get invisible, wisps of smoke evaporate and I am gone.
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