A medieval soul trapped in the 21st century
Sometimes I think I'm completely unfit for this time period. I mean, I LOVE technology, and all the beautiful conveniences it has brought about, but... sometimes I feel a little out of place. I don't know, maybe with my dreams of becoming a writer, I yearn for a time period when "men of letters" were a bit more respected. Maybe I just like capes, cowls, and robes. Actually, scratch the maybe on that last statement. Hmmm, or perhaps it's the desire to be able to own and carry bladed weaponry without being considered a fruitcake.
I don't think it's any of those things, though. I think it's just the desire to get into history. To fight in great battles. To wield a mighty and superbly crafted hand-and-a-half sword and a crimson shield emblazoned with a fiery visage. To fight for the cause of right, to be a feared and respected figure on the battlefield. An unstoppable force in combat, crafty, skilled, and deadly. To fight - and probably - to die, in the service of my sovereign.
I think it's the desire to grow up and, from an early age, study the classics. To learn from the wisdom of the great civilizations that came before, and even - if God was kind - to read from the great libraries of the East. To serve my community and try to show God's love to them, by upholding the vows of chastity, poverty, and... well, I can't remember the third one. Yes, and to wear those awesome brown robes.
Or... and perhaps this fits me better: to dedicate my life to the amusement of the upper crust. To revel in the mockery of those who think themselves to be superior, and get paid for it. To mercilessly skewer each and every member of the court; revealing their carefully concealed weaknesses and faults, both physical and moral. To parody none other than the king himself, making a farce of his grandeur or lack thereof, and in the meantime amuse him.
Wow, where do I sign?
Trust me, I know what the real medieval Europe was like. Thus, before I get a deluge of comments telling me how my visions of medieval times are highly idealized, let me inform you that I realize that I would most likely be a peon, doomed to toil endlessly on a plot of ground for the enrichment of my lord. My only hope would be in the life after death, and even this would be gravely endangered by the flawed and corrupted religious order of the time.
Thus, in summation, I guess the 21st century is actually the right time period in which for me to live. After all, I'm fond of baths and books. On the other hand, colonial Brazil does have...
I don't think it's any of those things, though. I think it's just the desire to get into history. To fight in great battles. To wield a mighty and superbly crafted hand-and-a-half sword and a crimson shield emblazoned with a fiery visage. To fight for the cause of right, to be a feared and respected figure on the battlefield. An unstoppable force in combat, crafty, skilled, and deadly. To fight - and probably - to die, in the service of my sovereign.
I think it's the desire to grow up and, from an early age, study the classics. To learn from the wisdom of the great civilizations that came before, and even - if God was kind - to read from the great libraries of the East. To serve my community and try to show God's love to them, by upholding the vows of chastity, poverty, and... well, I can't remember the third one. Yes, and to wear those awesome brown robes.
Or... and perhaps this fits me better: to dedicate my life to the amusement of the upper crust. To revel in the mockery of those who think themselves to be superior, and get paid for it. To mercilessly skewer each and every member of the court; revealing their carefully concealed weaknesses and faults, both physical and moral. To parody none other than the king himself, making a farce of his grandeur or lack thereof, and in the meantime amuse him.
Wow, where do I sign?
Trust me, I know what the real medieval Europe was like. Thus, before I get a deluge of comments telling me how my visions of medieval times are highly idealized, let me inform you that I realize that I would most likely be a peon, doomed to toil endlessly on a plot of ground for the enrichment of my lord. My only hope would be in the life after death, and even this would be gravely endangered by the flawed and corrupted religious order of the time.
Thus, in summation, I guess the 21st century is actually the right time period in which for me to live. After all, I'm fond of baths and books. On the other hand, colonial Brazil does have...