(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
Every pain has been taken away and accepted.
I kept wondering why God kept me alive even after every near death experiences. Maybe it’s because he wanted me to make a difference and tell my story by being brutally honest.
The world might have broke me but it put me back together too. Sticking the broken pieces together with gold. No, I’m not really broken anymore and I’m forever grateful for it.
Pain is the back story of villains and superheroes. Who do I choose to be? This is the choice that sets us apart. This is the choice that decides who we are.
I kept thinking that I am a superhero, but who isn’t though, aren’t we all saving others and ourselves everyday?
There is nothing special about me that isn’t there in you. There is no secret ingredient.
I cry when I fall down, I cry my eyes out after a fight with someone I love, I’ve lost friends, I’ve been heartbroken, I’m clumsy AF, I stammer, I make mistakes while speaking, I loose my shit time and time again, I make mistakes and I have million other flaws. But isn’t that what makes me beautiful? isn’t that what makes me human?
No, I’m not a superhero.
I’m just a regular muggle who tries to give her best everyday and some days I want to be under my blanket and not do life : P
rachana rajan <3 