Jun 29, 2010 23:28
Aging. Unless a disease-fixated Seventh Fonist doctor, one first connects growth to getting older. Longer limbs, deeper voice, larger lessons. The boy comes of age and accepts greater responsibility. From apprentice to professional; hones his skills and advances as a man. He marries and provides for his family, for his wife and children. He pays attention to the surrounding world, and never ceases to educate himself. Understands his duty as a ruler or as a citizen to fight for and guide his country.
The man grows older. His hair thins and grays, his spine curves, his bones weaken. His duties shift; a continued consciousness and conscience, setting an appropriate precedent, sharing wisdom. He dies. He is forgotten. He is remembered until he is forgotten. He is forgotten while a boy, and never becomes anything. He is replaced. The replacement It still matters. If everything and everyone will be forgotten, it does not matter less to grow in the present moment and take on due burden. That is the entire point; growth as an aspiration. If one lacks meaning, seek duty and improvement.
Or you might as well be dead; at the stagnant point, you aren't living.
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That's enough. Those tokens better be worth it.
[ooc: ... a) He's bored and wants a damn token, b) UH this doesn't sound like him because his exceedingly formal upbringing wouldn't lend to informal essay writing, I just hope it doesn't sound too much like ME... and not that this is formal, either, but it's as informal as Asch would...get...idkmaybe ksdfs c) strike-outs are not there, but from a previous draft ]
reason #17658 life sucks,
walking antithesis to growth,
stagnant is as does,
one word essay: growth,
protip: dead as a doornail,
getting shit done