well, the picture's cool...
so I carved pumpkins tonight. I'm sitting here listening to "battle with the four fiends" by the blackmages. it occurs to me why in stories it's often the young almost child like hero saving the day over the seasoned veteran in stories. It's just due to the fact that as a child we are closer to our animalistic nature, in the sense that we are without the knowledge of how to lose. every attack visited upon a beast is to the death or victory. the quote "I never saw a wild thing feel sorry for it's self" a testament to conviction of a beastial nature. The older, more experienced hero has to overcome the knowledge of their own past losses and what they view as their limit in order to lash out against evil with all that is or could be their might.
While the thought seems kinda random. I can't help but think to myself maybe I'm getting old. and while I won't be out planting my foot upon the neck of a dragon to rescue some maiden from a tower, perhaps I'm holding myself back more than I should with invisible perceptions of what I think my limitations are. wolfgang amadeus's requiem is now, perhaps making this post seem more profound to me that others might find it. or perhaps it could be the half a bottle of tequila currently sharing the same space as my blood (always a good time to post)... (isn't that like internet conduct no-no rule number one?)..
(9_9)
semantics mmm
maybe just for the sake of saying, I'll quit being a fuck up for awhile to see what it's like.