simply put, dontcha think?
I've changed. My world is changing around me, spinning, and its somehow sparked the change in myself. Much happiness is marked by tears, friendship marked by loss, laughter marked by bitter sarcasm, present marked by past, and love marked by death. Each memory of an experience creating an intricate blanket, woven tightly but thin enough to unravel at any second, breaking the ties that bind. I was born to fulfill a destiny, and that realization has begun to hit me full force. If fulfilling the destiny means I live, then these thoughts will lie unsaid but always present in my mind. If it means loosing my breath, then you're probably reading this letter.
I'm writing this in confusion. Apparently I'm in the middle of something, at a turning point. Yet I feel whole. I'm writing this in hope. Hope that friendships lost may be rekindled, that people aren't always what they appear to be, and hope that I may have found a new friend. Through all that hope, it seems unaccording that I feel a sense of belonging to this place. I've found a home. Something that was always material, but never emotionally present in my younger years. Four years ago I had no idea of a reason for my existence. Through memories, friendships, enemies, and experiences, I've come to be a person I never fathomed I could be.
Friendships will end, things might be stopped, but always remember this; you were always there. No matter how our lives end up, I'll always remember our times as friends fondly. Circumstances may change things, but the two of you changed me. My path of life is uncertain at the moment, filled with jagged stones and holes that block my way.
I hope that this makes
a bridge, not just over my path, but over our personal struggles.
No matter how many rocks protrude or how horrible or grotesque the
path appears, there is always a brilliant stair shining on the horizon,
lighting the way to something better. No matter how dark the future is
prophesied, every cloud has a silver lining.
As a very wise man told me, "To the organized mind, death is but the next great adventure". Life was my adventure, and I tried to live it to the fullest. However, I will still be waiting for you. So when you find me we can start the adventure all over again.
-Harry James Potter
June, 1994