Life as a Pigeon

I just rewatched The Hunger Games series and I forgot how much I loved the series. I remember when I read the books I was so absorbed, back before YA book/movies kicked off. When the movie came out, as a die hard lover of the books I was very happy with what they done. They stayed mostly true to it. One of the scenes from the movie I find myself replaying is the letter Plutarch leaves for Katniss after she kills Coin. What sticks to me is when he says “Katniss you were exactly who I believed you were” , regardless of what happened around her, she stayed true to herself, to what she believed was for the good. 

I remember when I first read about the moment Prim died. I was stunned, cried and couldn’t continue the book. I had to put it down for a couple of days. Apart of me wonders was it really necessary to kill Prim? The WHOLE reason for the plot kickstarting was because Katniss wanted to protect her sister. It feels so cruel to take that away. To not even give her that little solace after all that she’s loss. 

Watching this right now feels a little heavier than usual, what with everything going on with the world. I can’t tell if the world is currently flirting with tinder , and only moments away from catching on fire. I truly hope it is not. I’m not sure I could live with a heavy heart. I feel I would collapse onto myself. I hope all this pain is for something. I hope it doesn’t go to waste.