I am wonder struck
To feel the hand of Luck in a universe of misfortune
To be born in a time and space
free of war and and pain
subject only to the hurt that I bring upon myself
through misdeed and foolish choice
I am wonder struck
filled to the brim with liquid gold
The tree of eternity
strumming fates chords
holds me cradled within the shelter
of flower bloomed arms
gazing out through leaf shaped eyes
that have seen the infinite
I am nothing but wonder struck
to be witness to lifes glory
nothing but a witness
in this time and space
brought to my knees
at the beauty of it all
“I have lived a thousand lives and I’ve loved a thousand loves. I’ve walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time. Because I read.”
-George R.R. Martin
Books are portals through which imagination can soar through uncharted skies, skies the likes of which we who live on this floating ball called Earth can never inhabit in the flesh, but can dig our hands into through the mind of another.
One of Humanities greatest gifts to itself was the written word. We can never truly grasp how much of an effect it has had on our society, the ability to pass on information from one generation to the next, expanding our minds through the years.
When it comes to fiction, which holds a special place in my heart, I cannot even imagine what my life would be like if I had not grown up with the stories I was blessed to read.
Who would I be without Robert Jordan, J.K. Rowling, Brandon Sanderson, Philip Pullman and the host of other amazing authors who blessed my mind with their many worlds.
A lesser person, with much less capacity to envision other lives, other perspectives.
My ability to connect with others is so strong because I have connected with thousands of people through their stories, real and imagined.
We need more stories in this world, more inspiration, more beauty and art and wonder.
To those out there doing their best to create, keep on giving, the world needs you.
Greed, lust, envy, wrath, pride, sloth, gluttony
I feel this need so strongly it’s as though
My skin will rupture
Spewing out all this wanting
I desperately hold within
Trapped in this shell
Reaching out to grasp eternity
Until I fall apart from the weight of it all
I am surrounded by empty spaces
Deep pockets of time
Void of memory and warmth
There is an aching want
This need to be filled
To be Full
Full of hope and light and goodness
Yet all I see are empty spaces
Waiting for fulfillment
Crack open this shell and you will see
A light trapped within an ocean of darkness
Candle flame courage drives me forward
Walking through blackened halls of ghost mansions
Fear is a giant waiting to be laid out at the feet of sling held hands
Raging out against the iron chain Tyranny of Mediocrity
Wonder, that immense feeling of connection we feel when we come upon something suddenly that touches us in a way we simply cannot express in words is a profoundly healing experience.
It is an experience that many schools and places of learning have destroyed in our society. Some few places remain faithful to their creed to expand the minds of the youths under their care, but for most, it has become simply an administration that needs to pump out B and As to look good in the hopes of getting more prestige and money.
It is our generations task to rekindle that spirit of awe and inspire a new journey of discovery in a world that has been built up to put out the fire that we all hold as children.
When longing dies, creativity ceases. The arduous task of being a human is to balance longing and belonging so that they work with and against each other to ensure that all the potential and gifts that sleep in the clay of the heart may be awakened and realized in this one life.
To the degree that one is able to approach learning as a task of discovering something rather than “learning about” it, to that degree there will be a tendency for the child to work with the autonomy of self-reward,or, more properly, be rewarded by discovery itself.
This skin feels foreign
A tight web binding Soul and Blood
An endless struggle
One seeking boundless Freedom
The other the hum of growth and decay