Subject? How about Life?
...Have you ever felt the feeling of such immense awe that it steals the very breath from your throat? Aye, possibly even the gift of life from your body?
Take that feeling, double it, and imbue it with such a sense of sadness that you actually choke and wish to die, this very moment, just to escape the torment of feeling your own soul shattering inside your heart.
That is how I feel at the moment, simply because I actually considered truly growing up and falling into that horrid state of depression that weighs down so many others. As I write this, there are tears brimming in my eyes and slipping down my cheeks, to fall on a simple sheet of paper.
To give up my fantasy worlds, the things that I draw, and occasionally, offer sacrilege to the writer's blood, would be painful. These wondrous tales of magick...they are my life's blood. To give them up would mean my death. Perhaps not that of my body, but certainly that of my spirit.
Just the thought of 'growing up', as it is called, the giving up of imagination, near kills me now. Wonder feels me with dread at that the thought of what might happen if I actually did it.
Don't do it. Whatever you do, dear and beloved reader, don't give up that spark. It is what makes you unique. Express it. As a dear friend told me- If you can create, then do so. Many would kill to possess the talent to express themselves so beautifully.
He didn't say it quite that way, but it came across just nicely when I read those inspirational words. So Don't grow up, as society demands. Your body may age and die, but keep that child-like innocence. That creativity, that imagination that we all hold at the tender age of five. Simply express it, keep it alive, and you keep yourself alive.
Thank you, Jon.
Take that feeling, double it, and imbue it with such a sense of sadness that you actually choke and wish to die, this very moment, just to escape the torment of feeling your own soul shattering inside your heart.
That is how I feel at the moment, simply because I actually considered truly growing up and falling into that horrid state of depression that weighs down so many others. As I write this, there are tears brimming in my eyes and slipping down my cheeks, to fall on a simple sheet of paper.
To give up my fantasy worlds, the things that I draw, and occasionally, offer sacrilege to the writer's blood, would be painful. These wondrous tales of magick...they are my life's blood. To give them up would mean my death. Perhaps not that of my body, but certainly that of my spirit.
Just the thought of 'growing up', as it is called, the giving up of imagination, near kills me now. Wonder feels me with dread at that the thought of what might happen if I actually did it.
Don't do it. Whatever you do, dear and beloved reader, don't give up that spark. It is what makes you unique. Express it. As a dear friend told me- If you can create, then do so. Many would kill to possess the talent to express themselves so beautifully.
He didn't say it quite that way, but it came across just nicely when I read those inspirational words. So Don't grow up, as society demands. Your body may age and die, but keep that child-like innocence. That creativity, that imagination that we all hold at the tender age of five. Simply express it, keep it alive, and you keep yourself alive.
Thank you, Jon.