Legend of Zelda: Mills' awakening
Lately I have been worried about my progress as a person. I've felt stagnant, if not retrogressive. I wasn't sure of the cause of it until I found myself on a quest. The last third of my life has vacillated between hedonism and self-exploration. In seeking increasingly greater pleasures of the mind and body, I unlocked many secrets about myself and about reality, but I continued to lack many abilities that I dreamed I would have; honestly, that I expected to have.
Power, the last Triforce that I didn't think I wanted. It turns out, knowledge isn't power, it's only an ingredient. To make your dreams come true you need to have all three: wisdom to choose the path that leads to them, courage to face the obstacles in that path, and the strength to endure to the end.
Of all the Legend of Zelda games I've played. I only actually ever beat one of them, when I was 11.
Strength seems to be my missing ingredient. I am soft and lazy; ridiculously far from the steel-encased dragon warrior I envison myself to be. So I will train my strength. I will restrain from desires that do not serve me. And I will strain towards those that do. I will avoid shortcuts. I will flex my willpower, build my strength, and claim my power.
I suppose my new favorite colors are red and yellow, the colors of strength and power.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
The wisdom to know the difference,
And the strength to eliminate that difference.
Yeah, I changed it. It's a good prayer. Especially when you remember that when you pray, all you're doing is talking to yourself ;)
Power, the last Triforce that I didn't think I wanted. It turns out, knowledge isn't power, it's only an ingredient. To make your dreams come true you need to have all three: wisdom to choose the path that leads to them, courage to face the obstacles in that path, and the strength to endure to the end.
Of all the Legend of Zelda games I've played. I only actually ever beat one of them, when I was 11.
Strength seems to be my missing ingredient. I am soft and lazy; ridiculously far from the steel-encased dragon warrior I envison myself to be. So I will train my strength. I will restrain from desires that do not serve me. And I will strain towards those that do. I will avoid shortcuts. I will flex my willpower, build my strength, and claim my power.
I suppose my new favorite colors are red and yellow, the colors of strength and power.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
The wisdom to know the difference,
And the strength to eliminate that difference.
Yeah, I changed it. It's a good prayer. Especially when you remember that when you pray, all you're doing is talking to yourself ;)