#sympolism

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Ferdynand Ruszczyc Old apple trees 1900

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The Three Graces - Pencil on paper

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Konstantin Somov 1869 - 1939, 

Self-Portrait in the mirror (1934)

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Alphonse Mucha, Girl with Loose Hair and Flowers

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As my first actual post on Tumblr, I would like to bring something up that has hit me today. 

I always knew that the Harry Potter series was a large metaphor to life, ever since I was little. However, I was rewatching the fifth movie today, and it all hit me like a ton of bricks. Harry Potter himself is just like anyone of us. And it literally put me to tears. 

It happened while I was watching the scene in which they all follow Fred and George outside whilst they shoot off fireworks instead of taking their owls, and Harry spirals. Only moments before, he was laughing, smiling for the first time in a while. And then something heavy fell on his chest, and he was wiped out. Voldemort is the dark inside of all of us. He is our anxiety, our depression, our anger issues, our self-loathing, our bullies. He's our worst fears, he is whatever is holding us back. 

Voldemort stops at nothing to eliminate the small orphan that touched each and every one of our souls. Is that not what our fears, or our faults, or our "illnesses" so to speak do to us? The Dark Lord is whatever darkness we have that clouds in our chests. He represents whatever it is that will stop at nothing to tear us down. It sees whatever we see, our fondest memories, our deepest fears. It gets into our minds, and it dictates us. 

At one point in the story, Harry tells Dumbledore that he does not understand. That no one understands and no one ever will. And he was right. Every single one of us is fighting our own battles that no one will ever fully comprehend. We're all fighting demons, and sometimes we feel like we'll never be able to defeat them. But just like Harry, we will, and our scars will no longer throb, and all will be well.