Hidden Forest

We construct our days, bit by bit, tenday by tenday, year by year. Our lives take on a routine, and then we bemoan that routine. Predictability, its seems, is a double-edged blade of comfort and boredom. We long for it, we build it, and when we find it, we reject it.

Because while change is not always growth, growth is always rooted in change. A finished person, like a finished house, is a static thing. Pleasant, perhaps, or beautiful or admirable, but not for long exciting.

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Not all people are possessed of such spirits. Some desire and cling to the comfort of the routine, to the surety that comes with the completion of life's details. On the smaller scale, they have become wedded to their daily routines. They become enamored of the predictability. They calm their restless souls in the confidence that they have found their place in the multiverse, that things are the way they should be, that there are no roads left to explore and no reason to wander.

On the larger scale, such people become fearful and resentful - sometimes to extremes that defy logic - of anyone or anything that intrudes on that construct. A societal change, a king's edict, an attitude shift in the neighbouring lands, even events that have nothing to do with them personally can set off a reaction of dissonance and fear.

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Nay, they fear the change that I represented. My very presence in Sliverymoon infringed upon the construct of their lives, threatened the way things were supposed to be. Even though, of course, I posed no threat to them whatsoever.

That is the line we all straddle, between comfort and adventure. There are those who find satisfaction, even fulfillment, in the former, and there are those who are forever seeking.

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I count myself among the other group, the seekers. Bruenor, too, obviously so, for he will ever be the discontented king. Catti-brie cannot be rooted. There is no sparkle in her eyes greater than the one she looks upon a new road. And even Regis, for all his complaints regarding the trails of the road, wanders and seeks and fights.

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We are possessed of reason. We are possessed of generosity. We are possessed of sympathy and empathy. We have within us a better nature, and it is one that cannot be confined by the constructed walls of anything short of heaven itself. Within the very logic of that better nature, a perfect life cannot be found in a world that is imperfect.

So we dare to seek. So we dare to change. Even knowing that we will not get to 'heaven' in this life is no excuse to hide within the comfort of routine. For its in that seeking, in that continual desire to improve ourselves and to improve the world around us, that we walk the road of enlightenment, that we eventually can approach the gods with heads bowed in humility, but with confidence that we did their work, that we tried to lift ourselves and our world to their lofty standards, the image of the ideal.


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Obviously it was not written by me , my english aint that good =.="

Swt, why am I not sleeping yet at this hour "6.26am"