Asgard Moments

 "Asgard is not a place. It’s the people."

I remember watching Thor: Ragnarok and feeling that line land deep in my bones. Not because it was heroic or dramatic, but because it finally gave a name to something I had lived for years, without ever knowing how to speak it.

When you’re constantly on the move, the walls blur. But what never fades are the people who became home, or your Asgard, for a while. 

Asgard is a late-night conversation with your cousin in a semi-furnished apartment. It’s the quiet solidarity of a friend helping you lift your life. It’s the look shared across a conference room, where something real passed between two people, who knew they were about to build something that wouldn’t last forever, and chose to build it anyway.

An involuntary hug, a gaze held a tad too long, a pat on top of a handshake, glistening eyes, a little nod, unfinished sentences - these are my Asgards. 

Brief, luminous, unforgettable. Like constellations across the night sky of memory. 

You can’t live in a star, but you can navigate by it. And that’s what I’ve done. Each time I’ve left, I’ve taken those people-shaped constellations with me.

They have taught me that “staying” doesn’t always mean holding on. Sometimes, it means fully showing up while you're there. Giving the best of yourself, even if it ends. 

Remembering another quote from the MCU (Age of Ultron):

 “…a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts.”