I cannot believe I still had this file on my computer after all these years. Okay so back during my high school years I actually started working on a novel that was a combination of steampunk fantasy and commentary on various topics ranging from abuse of religious authority to eradicating the stigma attributed to interracial and homosexual relations, among many others. I barely even started the first chapter when I had the idea of incorporating character journal entries akin to certain R.A. Salvatore novels where they detailed their experiences.
I'm already making myself look like a fool for posting this but this is what I was writing back then. Feel free to laugh at my expense.
How often do we mere mortals go about spouting such a word?
Many of us never seem to contemplate exactly why we apply this intricate term to convey our vast array of mixed emotions.
Times be when we express ourselves, devoid of second thought, however few who struggle to find deeper meaning, only then will they be able to fathom how such a small series of different characters can comprehend different reactions. Whether it'd be avaricious desire of self-indulgence or the spiritual binding of two loved ones, very few words could create such an impact on our daily existence. Love, amazing how the meaning always goes about various changes in other regions of our world. A term used to convey deep compassion, an integration of two separate individuals whose love for another can introduce a kindred spark of mixed feelings could be expressed in such a way in some parts of our world. However to another, this expression only yields negative consequences. The thought of being sent forth into the future seemed roughly out of the ordinary, perhaps a littlescary however, nothing could prepare me for the damage which was constantly being inflicted onto the other children. The fallible notion that I was an outcast, a denizen from some lower plane of hellish proportions. I watched them with such discomfort as they were being mentally poisoned, their minds consuming the preachers hate-filled rhetoric, that of which exceeded to outrageous assumptions, all if it lies concerning my racial background and perhaps detrimental of them all, the cleansing and complete eradication of my mortal existence. Or maybe something could be said about my spiritual body for those who happen to follow their twisted belief structure. I was saved that day. Not by some celestial being from some spiritual plane of existence but by someone who happens to hold a special place in my heart. It struck me as odd as to how could one so innocent and sweet-hearted could also have in common some of the same beliefs of my misguided oppressors. She was always a kind person, a non-violent, carefree,lass whose pacifistic approach to resolving differentiating matters had me at times question her motivates. One question she proposed struck deep into my soul, a question that even to this day still manages to surface up whenever such events occur. Could I, a victim of racial prejudices and false stereotypes of all my life ever since I first came to this world be capable of showing forgiveness to my enemies?
Could I forgive them of their misdeeds? The answer can never be the same. In fact only such a few can qualify of any forgiveness. Some of them go too far. As someone who diligently follows and maintains my own principles often times
whenever my friends are perceived as threatened do I lay my moral guidelines and instead rid the world of such a dangerous adversary. Love can be a fundamental principle but to some, such as myself, can never be entirely absolute. Its what reminds us how truly mortal we really are. I will however try to maintain a perfected state of mind as I strive to become an example to others. And that is to never give up.
~ Nirrahn, son of Demethil ~
Listening to: Dark Souls 2 OST
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Watching: Youtube videos
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