Boat thing

Apr. 3rd, 2017 11:30 am
If you are on a boat without a destination you will never be able to tell which wind you should sail with and so you will wander the seas as long as you live, but if you figure out the destination the wind will become your ally and you will be always able to visit places you always longed for instead of random places that mighht hold anything to your liking might not.
Mystery surrounded the past of those two trees. Many believed they had been present in the world since before an human rememberance although there were some who knew exactly how old they were...
They lived on a remote island off the southern coast of Glean and were well known for two things. The first one was more popular than the other,their capability to wield magic and the wisdom with they wielded it. They didn't have any leadership but only a hierarchy that slightly showed some resembelance to it although there were never any orders given among them. It ever based upon the vastness of one's knowledge on the ways of the world. It wasn't uncommon that a newcomer of the disciple rose in great hights among them in stature since the flow of magic effects every person in a different manner and there are some alwas present who's given the chance to tap into great depths within Life's energies and reach into it's infinite power where the arcane and more reside rendering them to leave their past lifes behind and giving them a new perspective and a new path to follow, as if a man damned with blindness were to see again and saw that the direction he was keep walking towards led to nowhere.
Now here comes the interesting part of these aspirants. They are given two choices. One: they choose to share it with others. Two: they use it with greed sharing it only with those they deem worthy... Well now, there comes the difference between happiness and sadness. Just like the Twin Trees, but It isn't a choice in its actality.
Oboar the one now on Umbrilla's side followed the second path for many, many years. The darkness grew so strong inside of him it effected the land to his north immensely. The soil he grew in as a sapling was very rich. Lunalynn's on the other hand was way more poor somehow she still managed to grow stronger branches and more colorful petals on her flowers than he ever could. He did not understand why nor did she at the time and so they even though siblings grew far apart leaving their blooming youth fade away in memories.
In his confusion fear moved into Oboar's sould and reached for more to strengthen himself slowly forgetting to grown within and spread beauty. Instead he started to spread despeartion and in time evil through his vast aura. The world infuriated him. "How come I couldn't reach that beauty? How come she did? Why did you make me less you wretched world!? When all I wanted was to be as beautiful like my sister... and I was willing to pledge my life to your service, but you didn't ask any of it! So I shall devour you and take all while I am living on this ungrateful earth."
Alright. So God says to his followers: Lads! I have sent you to paradise why do you suffer? One lad says: Right now? Because the tank doesn't accept rhc invitation. God says: No shit, my bad. I'll fix the bug. Soz. Are you happy now? No. Soz. Now? No. Soz.
Our society accepts agression. Agression leads to fear. Let it be only passive agression the posibility of the agression ever surfice to its full extent devours the soul's freedom and keeps it within a cage. One must brave the thought of it ever occuring. Some already has seen it. Some lost their mind restlessly trying to deny its existence but it exists. This world holds cruelty as much as people opress it's presence. You call it peace what we have today but when you look around... people are slaves to their fears and give in to the dominion of the strong. The strong unaware of their supression on others feel bound to those actions because noone dares to face them.
Our society accepts agression. Our society revels in agression. People lift it to high pedestals and worship them. They crave the power it posessese and in the meanwhile slowly forget what it means to love. To see the world through the once innocent eyes they once had and they slowly fall into despair. Having lost in the lust power holds within itself and loosing sensibility. A dry husk remains of their wonderful selves. Their potentials go to waste as their fear of freedom grows within themselves. Balancing between love and power they forever lose themselves.
Our society shall not accpet agression. Our society shall learn to release it. Our society shall seek love and wonder because this world hold so much more then what the eyes can see and the true potential dwells within ourselves.
Break free of your fears. Face the deepest recesses of your soul and grow. You are like a tree. A tree grows, a tree experiences the hardship, they must learn to accept it, they still bloom each year and they grow more beautiful as time passes.
Become a tree yourself. Learn patience and be amazed at what you can find if you watch closely to the world and let the seed inside of you spring so that one day it might live in its full might and spread beauty through you.

Frost

Feb. 13th, 2017 12:28 am
An exhausted man is walking on the street heading home to his family. On the countyard he catches the sight of her daughter playing in the snow alone. She jumpeed up and started running towards him aking him to play with a cheerful smile on hher face. He did not want to play so he slowly moved towards their flat and tried to explain her daughter that he is tired but she refused to leave hhim alone because she wanted to be with him regardless that hhe wasn't willing to play with her. She felt happy because thhis way his attention tturned towards her. He was confused because just a minute ago hhe was furious about his collague but now here he is... her daughhter nagging him to play and shhe continues to do so even though she can see on him that hhe is tired and wishhes to rest. As thhey are reaching their doorstep he can hear thhe ruckus coming from their kitchhen as his wife is preparing a meal. The tought that he must deal with her wife a few seconds later fills him with rage since he has not yet dealt withh his daughter not to mention his new collague and her daughter isn't willing to stop doesn't matter how many times he said so. "Why are you nagging me always, can't you see I'm tired? Get inside it is too cold for you to be outside anyways, go to your room and do your homework if you haven't done it already!"
The wife tensly welcomes him and the girl runs away to hher room. He apologizes for shouting loud at the door to hhis wife and they start a conversation where neithher of them pays attention to what the other says or feels.
Next day they find thheir daughhter with hhehr wrists slit in her bed. Leaving a note behind: "Sorry thhat I am suchh a bad girl. I hope you will be happier now."
As she slowly moved through the foliage and bushes below high trees the first lights of the day started to reveal the bright colours of the blooming forest. A woman in the spring of her youth with her naked feet being one with the awakening world at this early hour danced and jumped around. A soft, light blue, turquoisish dress covering her semi-tall pretty figure. Her blonde hair is reaching her waist and covering part of the rosy complexion and glowing green eyes with golden spots like some hidden treasure inside on her face. She gazes upon the forest as she keeps moving forward in awe. Her body moves in accordance of the forest's rhythm, the voice of the chirping birds singing their morning songs, the distant sound of the nearby river, the squirels noise as they are jumping on and off from branches and the light steps of running dears in the vicinity. She enjoys the cold touch of the earth and the chhilly breeze on her skin as she breathes in the renewed, fresh morning air. One at a time she steps only and jumping occasionally or turning around playfully as she is reaching the other end of the forest wheres a huge stone wall were set by the people of the neighboring state of Umbrilla. Her thoughts slowly start to shift from the delightful picture of the forest into gloomy realization of the world she lives in. She often comes here to think visiting the twin trees that has been cut apart from each other by the cruelty of human cowardness and glares upon them with hope in her eyes as she sees the unwavering passion between the two who's branches are still hugging together. As she reaches the two silver trees her eyes fill with sadness and confusion and a few word form on her mouth turning back towards her village. "Why are you holding so much anger in your hearts when this world is so beautiful?" Her lips are starting to tremble and tears start to roll down her cheek as she slowly falls into despair.
A young man watches her from atop the silvery tree on this side sitting on a high branch in the shadow of its leaves. Her beauty endeavors his attention, focusing all of his senses on this girl's sorrowful cry and his heart starts to fill every inch of his body with the pain she feels. He keeps his eyes glued on the girl as she slowly starts to calm down and once again wonder is moving back into her soul. This boy sat there in utter amazement understanding her feelings entirely but has never been seeing anyone before manifesting them in such an honest manner. To his utter surprise of the girl's sudden change of temper he moved a little back on the branch which caught her curious attention. Already glaring at the boy his balance failed and even for his every effort he could not keep himself on top and fell straight over and through the vast tree's shroud. Then again to his astonishment as he finally got a hold of one of the lower branches he looked up in confusion only to find the girl erupt in laughter at his clumsiness and as he was hanging on that stick she slowly started to get closer to him seeking if he has injured himself but as her caring eyes approached him he lost his grip again and fell straight down to the ground. After that the only thing he was hearing before looking up in defeat was the sweet sound of her laughter once again.
-The reason why people harbour so much hate within themselves is because they are terrified of giving their lifes up for the other and the unwillingness of facing their inner fears slowly drives them mad until they become only the husk of their once blooming lively and joyful selves. - says the boy while getting back back on his feet.
She glares at him. Her heart is tremling by the purifty of the boy's words, mazed by his clarity and his straightforwardness. Tears appear in her eyes after hearing the words that she so long has been seeking...
(To be continued)

what if...

Feb. 8th, 2017 11:13 am
What if I were to say: You have arrived to heaven although you grew so attached that you started to develop fear, fear of one day you might depart so you arrived to hell... and ever since you balance between the two because you don't want to accept that it might end. But who knows if it ends with death...?

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