Dog Park - Part three
Dog Park - Part two
Dog Park - Part 1
Shrouded - Wyoming mountains rising into the clouds.
Shadows - Sandhill Cranes in flight
I’ve learned two things
- My photography from the past makes me flinch, repeatedly
- I think I need someone who isn’t me to look at some of my more recent pictures because I’ve seen them all a million times
-tilts head- someone who isn’t you, you say?
Well now - is that an offer?
OOPS JUST RESET YOUR PASSWORD guess you regret annoying me now huh?
But you see they all believed it because its true
I was unaware.
I can start posting things again?!
Writing Challenge Day 1 - ‘Beginning’
In the beginning, I remember there was fear - a deep fear that poured through my veins like ice water, spreading from this incomprehensible notion of eternity. Eternity. The word always sounded so vast in my mind. It was never the concept of dying that terrified me to the core; rather, it was the idea of being reborn into an endless pool of time, spread out before me like a black sea in which I would be left to tread water until the end of time.
I didn’t want that, you see. I didn’t want the endlessness, the vastness of the universe and all of time. To me it felt like eternal stagnancy, and for reasons that even I never understood the thought smothered me in weariness.
It’s not that I wished for everything to end. I couldn’t quite imagine what it would be to simply cease existence either. But… Perhaps I wanted the promise of change. Of a way out, or many. Doors leading to innumerable worlds of possibility. That was why Heaven never appealed to me, and the idea of a Hell was so repugnant that I could not imagine sending the worst men of all time there – not forever.
But those thoughts were born of youth and curiosity. I’m not scared anymore, you see. I have traveled this world and the secret pockets of beauty it possesses for well beyond my time. I have seen countries rise and fall, the wonder of both life and death, and the strength of a people fighting to be free. I have seen the lights that spread across the northern skies like dancing spirits, forests tall enough that one cannot discern where the canopy ends and the sky begins, and mountains older than time shrouded in equal parts mist and mystery. I have come to realize that I have seen enough, for this lifetime.
So if you are reading this – whether you be one of my age, or a young life still radiating with possibilities and doors that have yet to be opened, know that I did not fear death when it came to collect me. I have learned enough of this world, and I can feel the stagnancy that I have run from for so long settling into my bones. Whatever the darkness that calls for me now holds, I will welcome it. Darkness is not innately bad you see, for it holds with it the promise of rest, and the promise that the light, when it comes, will be all the more brilliant.
In my final moments I remember the fear of my first, not because it defines who I am now, but because it defines who I was. A youth who never stopped running. A woman who took one look at the life presented to me – normalcy, routine, fading into the crowd – and ran for all that she was worth. And I’m here to tell you, whoever may hear my words, that until this moment when I will finally lay myself down to rest and await a new beginning, I never stopped running.
And you know what child? It was the best decision of my life.
Has anyone ever noticed how shows - shows with intricate characters and real themes, shows where tragedy may occur and life or death can hang in the balance - often raise the question of strength being a weakness?
The situation often arises from one of two types of characters.
There’s the character who’s been through so much and still cares - often they’ll end up losing someone they love, watching everything they care about fall down around them, or stuck in some other horrible position. They have a chance to destroy the bad guy, or escape themselves, but to do so will destroy someone/everything else. So they stay. They watch it all fall down around them because they refuse to end a life even to save their own. Or else they lay down their own life to save someone they love.
Then there’s the character who went the opposite way - who has been through hell and has put up so many safeguards and walls that they’ve convinced themselves that they don’t care at all. Allowing themselves to care is too much of a risk, it’s a weakness that must be avoided. Logic and rational thought are the gods of their world, because everything must be laid out in facts, statistics, black and white. The world must be in order. Until one day it isn’t. One day they started caring without even noticing it - a gradual breakdown of their walls, a sudden realization in the time of need. And so, because they care, that “weakness” is exploited and the ones that they’ve started to care for is put in danger.
So in both situations, the bad guy uses their caring as a weakness. Normally even goes so far as to say it. But in the end, isn’t that what allows them to save the ones they love? See, caring may open room for being hurt. It may present a weakness that can be exploited. But it also gives passion. A murderer with no feelings may be scary, but a vengeful person fighting for the one they love is terrifying, because they will do anything. Empathy may backfire sometimes, but it always saves more lives than it loses. And caring,love, gives the courage to do what is necessary to save the most important people. And what is life if everyone you love is dead?
These characters are always the most interesting, in my opinion. They’re also the easiest to relate to. They all have pasts, they’ve all seen things or done things that they wish they hadn’t. They are faced with challenges, forced to question who they are and what they believe in, and at the end, when it counts, realize who they truly are. The question is… Which type are you?