So my parents didn’t watch the final Harry Potter movie, so they rented it and I watched it with them. Being that I’ve watched it quite a few number of times already, I was barely paying attention to the movie’s plot and noticing a bunch of random things. Oddly enough, what’s bothering me the most are the paintings in Harry Potter. Think about it. These paintings we see in Hogwarts have “people” who can think for themselves and move about (painting to painting) and, in some cases, are of people who have passed away (like Dumbledore or the previous headmasters!). So… in a sense… they never died? Or they did die, but their essence and mind is within the painting? What?

But then I started thinking about how horrible it’d be to be a painting like that. Aside from the fact that you’re existence is just a painting, but Hogwarts is what… a thousand years old? So that means those paintings must have been there for quite some time. To keep “living,” no matter in what form, for that long, essentially forever, seems dreadful. 

I suddenly appreciate death a lot more. Even though I’m still scared about not knowing what will happen or what will become of me, my mind, or my consciousness after I die, I’m glad that, at some point, we do die. It’s a sort of closure, I guess, that I’m actually more afraid of living forever, or even for a ridiculously long time, than dying. 

My deep philosophical study of the day, through Harry Potter… Heh something must be wrong with me.