so beautifully broken...

Myths.  Folklore.  Legends.  Fairytales…  Religions. 

 

If you read enough of them, you begin to be able to draw out certain things that are always there, always the same. 

The beginning.  The conflict.  The end…  the happily ever after.

The king (the father, the creator, the ruler).  The Knight (the prince, the Son, the hero).  The evil (the villain, the dragon, the devil).

…and the princess (the rescued, the weak, the people).

Do you know what always scared me the most?  Not the battle, not the end, not even the dragon.  My biggest fear, is that none of it is real.  That we are just what we are, we live and we die.  That there is nothing great, nothing bigger than us.  That at the end, we are simply put in the ground and turn to dirt.  We disappear.    

How incredibly depressing. 

So I choose to believe.  And when you take that big great leap of faith, how can you discriminate? 

So I think back and I dwell on those seconds in my past, not that I’ve felt it.  Not seen or heard something, nothing physical and that can be proven without doubt.  But where for only a single moment it’s as if I time slows down and freezes; there’s goose flesh, a chill, and a warning of tears.  And for literally no more than a second, a single thought; “there’s more”…”I feel it.”

If you look back though history, Legend’s pulsed with life.  They were believed, As we advance as people, as a race, great minds begin to rise highest; all upon a quest of sorts to disprove or raise doubt to our legends and myths, even religion.  They take the bible and make excuses and vast interpretations for  pieces that don’t ‘fit’ with the way things are ‘suppose’ to be.  

This world…life…possibilities, there’s so many ways to see it, to interpret; so many different beliefs stretched across time and space, from place to place and people to people. Religions. Legends. Myths….fairytales.   And though they all vary drastically,  at the heart of they all bare a small speck of truth.  Every great legend begins with some truth. 

The problem with any strange tale is that it is hard to know where truth ends and legend begins. None-the-less, a good tale has few boundaries, and even the most speculative twists and turns of a well told story have great merit when it comes to uncovering lost possibilities ...