if one only remembers to turn on the light

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
—  Steven Kloves (screenplay), Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (via amargedom)
Advice to season 11 watchers,

if one only remembers to turn on the light. [x]

I was told to list 5 things that make me happy.

Now, normally, I don’t do these things. But it’s nice think about happy things, innit? So, thank you, jastra-for-all. And go follow her, because she’s a peach.


  1. When people try to tell a story but they can’t get the story out because they keep giggling remembering that story.
  2.  When I’m driving home from uni and I get off on my exit. I only have a 30 minute or so drive after that point and I know all those back roads like the back of my hand. And it means I’m so close to seeing my mom again.
  3. When I’m reading a book so wonderful that I start to feel the emotions and everything the main character (and sometimes other characters) are going through
  4. Food related programmes
  5. When Dan and Phil are together and they make nerdy references. Or when one of them (Phil) makes a joke and the other one (Dan) cringes.


So tell me, what makes YOU happy?

Hell (and why)

If someone gave me the chance to be forever happy and content or to be pushed to my farthest boundaries, day after day, physically, mentally, emotionally, I wouldn’t hesitate to answer with the latter.

Struggling is a part of being human. Of being happy. Our minds have always been solving problems. Our body adapts, yes, but our minds are /evolving/.

I would rather walk into the sun, feel every cell disintegrate, have excruciating pain from every point. I would rather be in Hell, on a table, under the tender care of the most experienced torturer. I would rather be forced to work 24/7 on the worst, most painful, and monotonous jobs in the world.

Because though the struggles would be a literal Hell, they would be better then the other option. A Heaven. Never feeling pain or hurt, or the need to give out pain or hurt. Never needing to feel satisfied, because every need is always satisfied.

No favorites could exist, because everything would always be available and would never run out.

Being that happy all the time would leave me feeling out of control. Inhuman. Having nothing wrong with life seems like a blessing, to never want for anything again. But to have that forever? It’d be a hell of it’s own.

I know it seems unlikely, if given the choice you’d say heaven without a doubt. But it sounds like a trap to me. A life of being regulated to certain actions that is rewarded with eternal peace? I just don’t buy into it.

Life just isn’t like that.

You slough through daily life on your way to try and reach the promised land. But it seems like you’re giving up having freedom to having a “better” death. You only have the one life to live, and it’s not like you’re coming out of it alive. Why not make the most of it?

And I’m not saying that it’s ok to just start doing crazy things, things like murder and rape, stealing and other crimes. But that shouldn’t have to be defined as bad in a book. They feel bad, so they are bad.

We all came from the same structure. We are all mostly the same molecules and proteins, genes and cells. We come from the same atoms that once created this universe. And yet we still squabble among each other like we aren’t all human.

No matter how much pain, humiliation, evil we are put through, we still have hope. And that’s what seems to me is missing from Heaven’s side. There’s never any hope for anything. You are always at the highest point. But it’s when you are at your lowest, when you’ve gone as far as you can go, that we find true happiness. That’s when we can see renewed our very human capacity to still hope. To still love and be happy.

As always, happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

“Happiness can be found even in the darkest times if one only remembers to turn on the light.”
—– Albus Dumbledore