There is a path hidden before me
Layered with dirt and tendrils of ancient Giants
Watchers wrapped in armor of bark and leaf
Standing Sentinel over Time
Waiting, judging, to go left or right
Or straight through the heart of what could be
Choice is a burden we all must carry
Until it grinds us all to dust
With flat feet and bowed hips
I chase your Shadow
Across boundless expanse
A clown entertaining the multitude within
Laughter drives my steps
Towards the Light
I see before you
Heedless of the inner clamor
Seeking to pull me back
To despair and madness
We are all of us wanderers and stargazers.
Old souls with crooked staff limping along the cosmos,
searching for answers to questions we do not know how to phrase.
Honor is standing by the values you say you hold within your heart of hearts, even in the face of death.
Survival without honor, without meaning, is just death in disguise.
I have been a voracious reader since a very young age.
My brain is packed full of fantastical stories, and I am quite confident that is why I have almost zero capacity to remember things in my life, as my hard drive is obviously full, so don’t blame me when I forget your birthday..or your name.
Recently as I have been traveling through south-east Asia(currently in Vietnam if anyone wants to meet up!) I decided to buckle down and actually make an attempt to write a book.
I have had 3 major book ideas filtering through my head over the last decade, but I never bothered to try to write anything because the idea of trying to create dialogue just confused me immensely. Even 4 chapters into the book now, I still feel utterly weird writing out people on paper talking to each other, yet it has been a fascinating experience as well.
Really delving into who I want a character to be, whether or not the action they just took makes sense with who they are, the detail I want to give to the environment they are interacting with is all so exhilarating and utterly frustrating. It has definitely helped me appreciate the incredible effort and creativity my favorite authors put into the books they wrote.
I am thinking to post each chapter at some point, once it’s been edited a bit, to get peoples feelings on how the story is and where I can improve things that don’t make sense.
We are at over 200 followers now, which is so weird to me to think that 200 people take time in their days to read what I have to say( I am truly grateful, I love you all!), and I would love to be able to interact with you all more and know what you’re thinking about all this.
So I am not sure when I will be brave enough to share the first chapter but it will happen eventually, until then this is a shout out to everyone out there writing a book and struggling to not burn it and hide away in a corner crying.
Each of us has a responsibility to share our gifts with the world so that we can make it just a bit better for the next generation, so never hide what brings you joy, shout it out to the world. Create and create some more to get away from those destructive tendencies we all have.
“Does what goes on inside show on the outside? Someone has a great fire in their soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney”.
-Vincent Van Gogh
“There is an awful lot of anger in the world, and in me, and that there is a real need to be creative with it rather than destructive. I think of violence as basically useless; it doesn’t solve anything. The more violence you create the more violence you have. So it really is an inconvenience. It’s like lying; if you lie, you’re constantly trying to remember what you lied about and how you lied. With violence, if you create it, you’re always trying to figure out why you did it or how to deal with the messiness of it or, later on, how to absolve yourself. Much better to create something, much better to talk”.