End Of An Era

    It's been a few days since the world premiere of the last part of Harry Potter and I hadn't have the strength to write something earlier. The incredible story of the little wizard and his brave friends was a big part of my childhood and I'm sure of yours too. The end of the story marks also the end of my childhood, marks the end of a magical era.

    We were lucky to be the Harry Potter generation, ones who stand in front of the cinema waiting for the new movie, the ones who nervously waited the new books, the ones who shamelessly cried in the cinema, the ones who were part of the real magic. To grow up with something so beautiful is an honor and not every child has the opportunity to raise with the magic and in the same time to learn what bravery is, what loyalty is, what love is ... I'm proud that I was a part of this for the last 10 years and I'm also very sad and heartbroken that it's gone, it end is here. Actually not its real end because the magical world that J.K.Rowling created will be past for generations ahead. I know that my children and grandchildren will be raised with the tale of Harry Potter.  

    You know how they ask you 'How do you see yourself in 10 years?' and you don't know how to answer? I was like that, but not anymore. My answer from now on will be the following: 'In 10 years I see myself sitting in bed with my little daughter, I'm holding 'Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows' in my hand and I'm reading to her for good night. In her eyes there is the same fire, the same thirst for magic that I'm sure will be feeling the same way still. When I read to her about Fred Weasley's death, something that I'll never be able to get over, a tear would come down my face, but she won't ask me why I'm crying because she'll know, she'll be a par of the same magic. 

    As a conclusion I want to thank Miss Rowling for everything she did for us. I want to thank her for my childhood and I want to thank her for keeping the child in me alive. The love of millions of fans across the world is something that she deserves more than anyone. I bow before her talent and thank her for everything. 

    As for you Harry .. I'll miss you .. ALWAYS

I do believe in magic

"You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time ... In a magic town ... Among magicians. Most everybody else didn't realize we lived in that web of magic. Connected by the silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. See, this is my opinion - we all start outknowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth. And because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves.

After you go so far away from it, you can't really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it's because in that dark theater, the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they're left feeling a little heart-sad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and you wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm. 

That's what I believe.

The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks and get crippled. People lose their way, for one reason or another. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is. It’s like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you “sir.” It just happens. 

These memories of who I was and where I lived are important to me. They make up a large part of who I’m going to be when my journey winds down. I need the memory of magic if I am ever going to conjure magic again. I need to know and remember, and I want to tell you."

- Robert R. McCammon (Boy's Life)