Perspective

Disclaimer: All of this is based upon the lovely J.K. Rowling's work.

(…): Random Thoughts

Italics: Emphasis on a word or phrase

Truth.

It is what everyone strives for, or at least what most desire … the truth.

Do you want to know the truth? Do you truly want to know? Do you want to know the supposed beauty of it? When in reality it is naught but horror, unimaginable horror … of little children shrieking, of mother's shielding their young, of father's fighting even with their last breath, of blood (so much blood), of pain and tears … of death …

Do you really want to know?

The perfect little tales that are nothing but fiction wrapped within the mantel of reality. The twisted words and half-lies that lead people to believe a certain thing, the thing that someone else wanted them to believe. That someone else has depicted as everlasting, always real, forever universal … as truth.

Truth is simply a matter of perspective. It all depends on who you are and how you view the world.

Truth is all perception. What you see, or think that you see.

Ahh … so now you want to know my truth. Reality as I perceive it.

I see myself … I see me as not perfect, as essentially neutral (I am still not sure if good and evil truly exist). I have plenty of faults. I am brave to the point of being foolhardy. I am strong in some things, but ever so weak in others. I care … far too much, about people that probably don't deserve it (after all, they are traitors and betrayers). I feel guilt (ever so much guilt) about things I know in my heart are not my fault. I crave power, but only for defense and protection … only for the innocents (the true innocents).

But this is not all that I see. I see far more than just me.

I see others; I perceive the monsters hidden within. The wolf in sheep's clothing. I observe the demons within people (ever so inoffensive looking people).

I see people thinking that evil has been vanquished. That has been annihilated. That they are now free. They think that evil is gone, that only "good" remains.

How very wrong they are …

I see them walking by, ensconced within their perfect, rose-tinted view of the world. I see them ignoring the screams, the pleas, the pain, the violence.

They turn their heads; pretend to not hear. They look away; pretend to not see.

But I hear … and I see …

So I help.

All it takes for evil to flourish is for a good man (or woman) to do nothing. Well, they are certainly not good and they are certainly doing nothing…

As you can imagine, the evil is now everywhere.

Does it make me a good person … do my actions … my assistance make me good? I don't know. And deep down I am afraid to find out…

(Good and evil are like truth … all are a matter of perception. What is good to one is not good to another… But I am off topic).

What? Why are you smiling? Is my resistance at calling myself good amusing you that much? Maybe it is … maybe the "defeater of evil"; maybe a "savior" not thinking himself good is amusing. (Hm … now even I am smiling).

… You are nothing like the others. You are still true. You speak in truth, real truth, universal truth. That is such a rare thing to find.

You have such wisdom as though you have seen so much (well, I suppose someone as old as yourself has seen a great deal), and yet no one listens to you. No one is willing to listen … and you could save them all.

Every year you speak to them, warn them. But they never listen … and it is their children who will suffer… and evil shall reign.

But maybe there is something we can do, you and I. Something far more proactive than whispering warns (or rather shouting and singing warnings).

Maybe… it could work … but …

Ah, I see. You know what I have in mind (you always know what is in my mind) … Ever wise you truly are.

… So now I will write this down. This conversation we are having. I will take this memory and preserve it. Let it become part of myself … and part of what I will one day leave behind. I will take the sum of myself … and maybe part of you as well, and make them a protector. For one day they (the others) will truly need it, and we might just not be here anymore.

Tom did have the right idea, you know … leaving part of himself behind. But unlike him I am not doing it for immortality. I do it so that there will be at least one good person left (well, in a way) to defend the innocents.

Yes … this will work. All we need is time. But time, like truth, is in short supply.

But maybe … just maybe, we might make it.

We might just have enough of both.

AN: This started out as being an introspection on truth, but some how it seem to have a mind of its own. Fifty House points if you can guess the identity of the second person. Another fifty points if you can guess what they are planning.

Oh, another note … I will try to update Child of Grace sometime before Tuesday. How to Tell the Truth from the Lies will probably be updated about the fifth or sixth of March, but I am making no promises because my sister is coming to visit around that time.

Ever Hopeful,

Azar