Myself - praised and chided

*Hums the Hymn of the Fayth* Some people praise me for being very cool-headed, patient, and relaxed about so much in life. I must be honest in that I have not always been this way, that my experiences and my pursuit of an ideal has helped me to forge and temper myself into the individual that you see before you. I am cool-headed because I have learned that it is much harder to think rationally when you are lost in the moment, and then you can do things that you will regret later. I am patient because I have learned that sometimes all you have to do to solve a problem is give it time. I am relaxed because I have come to understand that very few things in life are worth getting worked up over. In contrast I have had some people see me as a person without passions, that nothing gets my spark going, that to make me act on impulse requires too much work. For these people I feel pity. My passions are very strong, and my true friends know this without a doubt. They also know that I can become enraged, and for the sake of us all it is not something that happens often. And while people may not think that I act on impulse, I can assure you that I do, and that I do so as often as I think things through. Your "gut feeling", your instincts... this is the voice of your soul talking to you, and when your soul has lived as mine has, you know that your soul will not lead you astray.

expectation: wishing with confidence of fulfillment

It is hard to concentrate on the present when you have so much to look forward to. Three weeks remain for me to wallow in the splendor of the Faerie land, yet I desire none; I desire to cross the icy depths to earthen soil more familiar to my touch, to view what mine eyes hath not seen in what has felt a lifetime. Like the Phoenix, new expectations rise from the ashes of the old, yet with a near-identical insistency.

The wind whistles gently past the ear of the silent observer as he looks over the scorched fields. The ashes of the past waft softly in the air, gently brushing his cheek. Memories flow and a cheek nuzzles into the ash, a longing for what he fears may never be his to enjoy once more. Like farmers of old he knows the fields are ripe for sowing, if only one may come with crops to sow. A raven turns and takes to flight... and he stands at the fertile fields no more.

A Moment

Today has been a rather laid-back, cloudy day in Scotland. One of those days where you do a lot of thinking. I am sure that everybody who will be reading this already knows what I'm about to say, but I will say it anyways for the random person who might not know me so well. I have never been a supporter of the United States' involvement in the Middle East.... but I do not disregard those who have, who are currently, and those who have not yet given their lives in the name of their country that they love so much. I want every single person who is reading this to take a moment, just a moment, to think about these men and women. They will never see their families or loved ones again; they will not return home to live to see old age; they will not experience anymore of life's joys. ...Just a moment, for all those who will not be returning home.

I've decided that I really want to commission a work by Luis Royo. Going to check into how much it would cost later this afternoon. I'm a big fan of his work; he's an amazing artist with a wonderful attention to detail. It'll probably cost a couple thousand dollars I'm guessing because he is a famous fantasy artist and I'm sure his talent is in high demand. Just means that I'll have to save up the money until I can afford to commission what I want.

You're too young. I'll let you just think about those three words and the effect they have on you.