If you’re scrolling through tumblr trying to distract yourself from something you don’t want to think about or you’re looking for a sign that everything will be okay, this is it. So, breathe. Relax into this moment. You’re alive & that’s all that matters.
i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.
(Greek πρόλογος prólogos, from pro, “before” and lógos, “word”)
is an opening to a story that establishes the setting and gives background details, often some earlier story that ties into the main one, and other miscellaneous information. The Ancient Greek prólogos included the modern meaning of prologue, but was of wider significance, more like the meaning of preface. The importance, therefore, of the prologue in Greek drama was very great; it sometimes almost took the place of a romance, to which, or to an episode in which, the play itself succeeded.
It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.
Harry: But that’s - that’s not possible. You must have cheated.
Draco: Fuck you, Potter. Are you that arrogant
that you think the only way someone could beat you at Quidditch is by cheating?
Harry: Not anyone. But it’s the only way you could beat me at Quidditch.
Draco: I know you’ve been worshipped all your
life, Potter, but could you deflate your head for just one moment. I’m a great
Harry: Yes. But I’m better.
Draco: Clearly not. I’m the one holding onto
Harry: Because you cheated.
Draco: I did not cheat.
Harry: I don’t believe you.
Draco: If that’s what you need to believe to
help you sleep at night, then be my guest, Potter. Just don’t challenge me to
another seeker’s battle or you might find yourself having an existential crisis.
Harry: You really didn’t cheat?
Draco: How many times do I have to tell you?
Harry: Fine. I’m sorry. I guess I’m not used
Draco: You’re forgiven. Should we get lunch?
There’s this new place in Hogsmeade…
Harry: Lunch? Oh. I guess. I
Draco: Excellent. Oh and by the way Potter, I
did cheat. I’ve spent weeks brewing felix felicis
to help me ask you on a date.