Everyone was once Harry, Ron AND Hermione…

at some point of their lives.
then we lost it through the process of adapting to the world. ……. the funny thing is that the more i know, the less i believe.

it’s a story about what you believe…or rather, sustaining your belief when it probably brings heaven and hell at the same time. putting aside any regards for level of maturity or intelligence, believeing is happiness. well, most of the times.

i miss the time when i assume Barbie doll’s hair will grow back after i snipped it. i miss the time when i bawled for weeks for the death of a manga/anime character as if he/she did exist. i miss the time when i believe all my bday wishes will come true with one blow at the candles. when love made my world go round and my world mainly consisted of 3 things. The rest were my wild musings and… my believes.

then it hit me hard - everytime when i start to believe, something’s ripped from me. it’s tough, so tough when the sickening cycle just repeats time after time. Harry is a fortunate boy. he has his strong belief and the buddies and rivals lay clearly in front of him. i believe, i do believe i can defeat my VoldemortS, both in physical or intangible forms, in time. but sometimes the problem is… who is Voldemort? what should be considered as "Which-Must-Not-Be-Named"?

i still feel small when i stand beside the ocean. i still believe a lot of things, beautiful things...like the Little Prince does. even if it means hell to me, i will "build a heaven in hell’s despair".

gotta love William Blake’s poem. one of my all time favourites.

"Obliviate".