OniOfTheShade

You see, I've come to realize that I'm an immensely paradoxical individual. I've come to realize that much truth comes in the form of paradoxes. We exist in proverbial gray areas, where one statement or representation of reality can be just as valid as it's opposite. Of course, I can only speak for myself. One inherent example stands out in my consciousness. Personally, I don't devote much of myself at all to religious tenants, but for the sake of discussion, I refer to the "Holy Trinity". In other words, the idea that "God", is a single being that is also represented by three separate figures (The "Father", "Son", and "Holy Ghost"). Again, I'm not one for such a view, but it is the philosophy behind it that I relate to, as I have my own Trinity. The Mind, Body, and Spirit. That is where my faith lies. I believe in the paradox that they are separate entities as well as one essence. Each has their own properties, but must work together.

Without the Body, the mind and spirit have no medium with which to operate. Without the Mind, the spirit is unruly and the body is uncontrolled. Without the Spirit, the mind is grows dull and the body becomes unwilling. Forever connected, like three branches sharing the same trunk, the same roots. What one needs may not always be what another requires, and sometimes, we must nourish one over the others. But there must always be a balance, some sort of equilibrium. If one remains neglected, our balance shifts, and our focus falters, our will diminishes. Tend to them all separately and nurture their connection as one. That is us. We are all one big paradox, and seven billion small ones. Individually All. Indivisibly One.

........But hey, that's just one dude's opinion.

The world around me is quite beautiful, and from it, I gain most of my inspiration. However, I often find myself wishing for more from it. I'm sure it's a result of my overactive imagination. I just wish reality was more magical. I crave something fantastical, something out of the ordinary. Adventure. While I'm sure exploring this world could prove to be interesting and grand in it's own way, that yearning for the extraordinary taunts me so. I long for a journey, a hero's quest where I must prove my medal and valor. I'd carry a resilient and trusty blade, as well a repertoire of spells and incantations. Gems and artifacts imbued with mystical properties. Potions and elixirs that must be used cautiously. With skilled and true blue companions, I'd venture out to meet uncertainty. I want to see wondrous places, behold amazing sights. I want to survive horrifying dangers, surmount daunting tasks, overcome near impossible odds, and defy death. To discover lost ruins, open secret doors, and read forgotten scrolls. To get lost in a dark forest, traverse a vast canyon, and navigate hidden rivers. To sail over waves, cross a frozen desert, and trek through jagged mountains. To scale great walls, save a kingdom, and bring down a tyrant. To defeat a horde of goblins, subdue a rampaging beast, and ride a dragon to the stars. A noble cause. Something to fight for. Someone to fight for. Someone to capture my heart in her eyes and enchant my soul with her voice. Someone I'd lay my life down to protect.

So it seems, if I wish to see such worlds and shape my destiny there...I suppose imagination will have to suffice as my ship, and my pen as my sword.

Today, a day like any other. Spent in my head, in worlds of my own creation. Imagination, like a newborn planet, in constant flux and dynamic progression. The stories take form scene by scene like the notes of a song with a quick tempo. The images my eyes take in translate into settings as my mind transmutes events and concocts characters in a cacophony of chaotic clamor. The fragments fall into place through fabrication and alteration. Every single scrap is saved, for potential application to later reveries. I spend most of my conscious hours immersed in my imagination, teased by my own creations. It almost feels like I'm stuck in this boring world looking through a
window at this magical, awesome place I'm not allowed to actually go to. It's like the Platters sang; "Oh yes, I'm the Great Pretender."