[TM] 149 - Ancestors
Ancestry is supposed to make up who you are. It takes all the traits and flaws of a people over time, over maybe even millenia and evolves into the person that you are today. Their experiences and intelligence all are passed onto you, whether it is through oral history, or simply an instinct that you feel.
Your ancestors are supposed to be everything that you wish to know about yourself.
We as a people try to maintain as much knowledge about those that have fallen before us. It is their legacy in a way, to know who is remembered and for what reason. I wish I knew more of my ancestors, however all the records of our people do not truly get into the details of who they were.
My father told me that our lineage started before the Wraith, before the death. That when our circle began it was filled with a great number of people, all knowing happiness and joy. That love was felt amongst them all, and that they had a true understanding of what a gift life was.
I wish to believe this, to hear the words of where I came from and know it to be true. However this is simply the words of a man that was not there to see it with his own eyes. To me it is a lovely story that is being told to a little girl that wants to believe that there was a time when our people were happy, when no one cried themselves to sleep over a loss of a loved one.
I want to believe that the Ancients will return, but what proof do I have that they even care about us now. We still die, the Wraith still return, and no one shows us a new path.
A hundred years from now I wish my children to look back to me and perhaps raise the same questions. To question why so many had to die, and wonder where was our saving light in our time of need. I hope that when they look back they do not have the fear that I have though. I hope that when they learn of how I fought to the last breath that they do not feel it is simply a nice story to tell them not to give up.
Even a nice story, can have its flaws, and I do not wish to be one.
Your ancestors are supposed to be everything that you wish to know about yourself.
We as a people try to maintain as much knowledge about those that have fallen before us. It is their legacy in a way, to know who is remembered and for what reason. I wish I knew more of my ancestors, however all the records of our people do not truly get into the details of who they were.
My father told me that our lineage started before the Wraith, before the death. That when our circle began it was filled with a great number of people, all knowing happiness and joy. That love was felt amongst them all, and that they had a true understanding of what a gift life was.
I wish to believe this, to hear the words of where I came from and know it to be true. However this is simply the words of a man that was not there to see it with his own eyes. To me it is a lovely story that is being told to a little girl that wants to believe that there was a time when our people were happy, when no one cried themselves to sleep over a loss of a loved one.
I want to believe that the Ancients will return, but what proof do I have that they even care about us now. We still die, the Wraith still return, and no one shows us a new path.
A hundred years from now I wish my children to look back to me and perhaps raise the same questions. To question why so many had to die, and wonder where was our saving light in our time of need. I hope that when they look back they do not have the fear that I have though. I hope that when they learn of how I fought to the last breath that they do not feel it is simply a nice story to tell them not to give up.
Even a nice story, can have its flaws, and I do not wish to be one.