"It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all. In which case, you fail by default." - JK Rowling
the letter was an incredible treasure, proof that lily potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, harry, her son.
It’s almost like the better I do, the more my feeling of inadequacy actually increases, because I’m just going, ‘Any moment, someone’s going to find out I’m a total fraud, and that I don’t deserve any of what I’ve achieved. I can’t possibly live up to what everyone thinks I am and what everyone’s expectations of me are.
This reminds me of why the climate agreements proposed so far are bullshit. They treat the global north and global south equally when in reality the global north is outsourcing pollution to the global south while STILL having greater impact. I have a post elaborating on this
