Sunday, June 19, 2011

Little things.


You know how, when you watch a TV show, or a movie, and the story's great and all, but there's things you don't see, assumed things, vaguely referenced things, things that don't go in a story. Like, in Harry Potter, you don't see every Potions class, or every time Harry practises on his broom stick. You don't see the quick hellos in the hallways, the bedtime chats about whatever Quidditch team Ron goes for (I forget). And it's these things, these assumed, unimportant things, that make reality reality and story story. And sometimes it's these things that make my day - a surprise hi from someone I don't know so well, the quiet contemplation on the way home, a chance compliment or joke. And sometimes it's these things, over time, that ruin my days. The homework left unfinished, the quiet insult in class, the time wasted in unproductive boredom. I think it's these things, these small unimportant moments, are what shape us, what makes us who we are. That's all. At the end of the day Harry and Hermione and Ron and Ginny and all those characters are going to have memories of their big moments, the big things, but the little things, after all that, are what will affect them, without thinking of them at all. I've rambled. This isn't the post I meant to write at all. Interesting. Goodnight.

1 comment:

mareeya said...

That's so ridiculously true! I don't think i've ever considered it but those small things really are everything.. weird, and nicely put. I shall sleep tonight a little less puzzled with life. Thank you :)