It was just last night, that I came to know, I was more like Voldemort. Not the evil part, maybe. But the whole Horcrux episode. Even my soul too is in many places, split, and saved in nearly seven spots!
There were more than seven, but time took most of them! Still, there are a few left! The important ones.
Some of them were alive and had a soul, where mine was carved in. Others were just purely me, my ideas, my memories, my vision, and myself.
Voldemort. He made them out of fear for his life. But for me, it was something else. Love? Care? Commitment?
Or maybe fear itself!!! The fear of losing out! The fear of losing myself, the fear of losing an old me, whom I knew for more than two decades.
These Horcruxes. They were my need to stay alive, in the past.
But now, I'm unable to build new Horcruxes! Maybe there are no more pieces of my soul left! Just embracing each moment with the good old ones, forever.
And, the last day, it happened!!!
One of those seven was destroyed! Shattered into pieces! It was not a Potter who killed it, but a muggle himself. A self-centered, perfectionist muggle, who usually messes up things in the end.
Myself! No one else could do that!
Thus a part of my soul vanished with the spell from the creator himself.
That particular one was too close, it was the heart of my soul. The Heart!
So am I becoming a heartless person now? Thus, getting closer and closer to becoming him, Voldemort.
That lost Horcrux, felt like a reminder. To not hold them too tight! Maybe not to hold on to the next Six, like the lost one!
Was it a reminder not to get too attached to them?
Or was it a reminder to hold on to these six like never before?
To keep them close like never before?
Who knows...?
Even prophecies vary from person to person.
Interpretation matter. And the Speaker matter.
All I can do is mourn the loss. Mourn for the lost piece of myself. Mourn for me!
And Live on with the "Me" left, live on with the "Me" lost...
With the fear of losing another... Live on!
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