Wonderings About the Optional
“ How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples the myths about monsters that at the last moment of our lives are princes who are only waiting for us to see them once, beautiful and kind. Perhaps everything terrible in its deepest being, is something helpless that wants help from us.”
My life seems to be ruled by the fantasy. I write endless stories on how I feel like I shouldn't really be HERE, in this life, as if I'm meant for somewhere else. Then again, I fit so snug into the modern world, where else could I belong?
So, in a effort to convince myself, I delve into the fantasy, indulging my need for faeries, knights, and ladies. I like the historical-ness of times past. Of times that don't seem so far away from me.
*contemplates*
So with that confession, I begin my livejournal enterprise. Don't you guys (the few that you are, already regret it? I'll get the hang of this mess soon enough, and then you'll definetly be begging me to go away, to shut up.
Just a small tidbit of writing that I did not to long ago. On a night such as this, listening to celtic music and pondering if the clock really said "3am" or if I was just really...confused.
}}}Random Thoughts}}}
It never seems to occur to anyone to stop and consider the past. Of course the present holds most people's attention, and then of course we have the ever looming future that snaps at each footstep that we take in its direction.
High-School. SNAP goes the razor sharp jaws.
Work. SNAP-SNAP goes the taila and talons.
It all ends up like a SAT math problem, "If you take three steps twords the future, how many times do you have to fall back into the past to continually progress to live comfortably in the present?"
A,B,C,D,E...doesn't seem to quite cut it, at least not with your Number 2 pencil. People have to weild a much dangerous weapon, which is emotions, words, and intellect.
~Lady~
My life seems to be ruled by the fantasy. I write endless stories on how I feel like I shouldn't really be HERE, in this life, as if I'm meant for somewhere else. Then again, I fit so snug into the modern world, where else could I belong?
So, in a effort to convince myself, I delve into the fantasy, indulging my need for faeries, knights, and ladies. I like the historical-ness of times past. Of times that don't seem so far away from me.
*contemplates*
So with that confession, I begin my livejournal enterprise. Don't you guys (the few that you are, already regret it? I'll get the hang of this mess soon enough, and then you'll definetly be begging me to go away, to shut up.
Just a small tidbit of writing that I did not to long ago. On a night such as this, listening to celtic music and pondering if the clock really said "3am" or if I was just really...confused.
}}}Random Thoughts}}}
It never seems to occur to anyone to stop and consider the past. Of course the present holds most people's attention, and then of course we have the ever looming future that snaps at each footstep that we take in its direction.
High-School. SNAP goes the razor sharp jaws.
Work. SNAP-SNAP goes the taila and talons.
It all ends up like a SAT math problem, "If you take three steps twords the future, how many times do you have to fall back into the past to continually progress to live comfortably in the present?"
A,B,C,D,E...doesn't seem to quite cut it, at least not with your Number 2 pencil. People have to weild a much dangerous weapon, which is emotions, words, and intellect.
~Lady~