A day in the life of a Seeker of Normalcy
April 2, 2007
Maybe there is no purpose, but rather just destiny. You think you can become something else and set out to change into it. Time after time you try and try again, but it all boils down to a battle between who you were before and who you're trying to become. The only conclusion being that you are what you were made to be. God has his plan and whether or not you approve of it, you still follow the path set out before you. Set out to improve yourself, not to change into someone you are not.
Another day in the life of a Seeker of Normalcy
June 10, 2007
So now, as I stand high upon my constantly changing rock, I valiantly slash at the many demons sent to thwart my plans for life with the mighty Sword of Bad-Assness. How I came to possess this Famed Legendary blade was in itself, a mystery. After many years of searching I finally came to realize that we all already possess this mighty vorpal blade. Some just don't know about it, or the one's that know, don't know how to use it. I barely have any knowledge of its art but I have been able to unlock a few of its many secrets. Here's one: I was just meandering through a meaningless village with no true intent on impressing the locals, but as my Black Luck wills, the opportunity arises and I was soon surrounded by a Band of Theives intent on stealing my ever-guarded pride. From that point I could sense I had many on-lookers and rubber-neckers from the village locals. After debating my options, which was simply: Hand over your pride or prepare to defend yourself, I reached for my Lowly Dagger of Uncertainty. Shame to say it broke from its own measly hilt leaving the blade still in the scabbard. But amazingly my Pride felt a sudden surge of intense power. From deep within the bowels of my soul a bolt of energy in the form of Bring-it-on-ness shot through my arm enchanting my Dagger's hilt. Growing from the handle I saw it. The mighty and powerful Blade of Bad-Assness blooming like spring time flowers into the World. At this point in time, the Band of Thieves were all cowering in fear, for they knew not what this great power was and what it was capable of. So they all fled for their lives in search of sanctuary. The village locals all gasped at the power that I grasp in my hand, not knowing whether to rejoice or to realize the time has come for a new powerful entity to enter their lives and conquer the land. I kind of reckon they chose the first for I heard the subtle sound of slight applause that was soon to turn to an ear-shattering ovation that my mind really did not wish to take part in. I have impressed the locals, but in turn, I have poked my head from under the radar and now they all expect me to constantly impress them. Something I truly cannot do, for just the sake of my sanity and all that I hold dear..... my Pride. I hope that I will not let them down. And thus concludes my story on discovering the Sword of Bad-Assness, may I use it again in the future to hold at bay my many enemies seeking to ruin my Life.
The Traitorous Armor
June 26, 2007
Another blow landing straight and striking true to the center of my chest causing another fissure to form in my glass heart. Sometimes you wonder if you should ever put it back together again. So many breaks and cracks, it's not a wonder that it has not been battered into an obliviated powder. But I do believe I have stumbled upon a temporary protection. Armor. What kind you may be wondering? Who knows.... an individual forms his own out of what he has available to shield himself from the pain. My own resides in separation and isolation. Nothing but to just retreat to the shadows when the evils rise up again to satisfy their hunger for cruelty and torment and hope that I won't be seen. Armor is good, but this kind has no silver lining, all it does is just eat away at my skin until it reaches my soul... again causing me pain and agony. Just like the outside forces love to do to me. I strip away my armor only to be attacked once again. There is no sanctuary from my torment. A golden bubble of happiness is short lived, apathy only holds back the pain for awhile until it all rushes back like a broken dam in a valley, and the shadows only hide you temporarily until they too... shrink back into nothingness. I stand here on the battlefield naked. No sword or armor, no reinforcements, and the enemy attacks you one at a time laughing at your folly. Is there not some sort of Divine Intervention? The flesh can only take so many wounds, scarring the man. Disfiguring him until he is no longer recognized by anyone or even himself for that matter. A war no man can win... with armor that destroys him. Pity... he's not fighting back.
Triumph for a Seeker of Normalcy
June 20, 2009
And so the Hero married! Yes.... many untold legends of old may have prophecised this day, but no Oracle nor Philosopher had any thing short of a real clue. Even the Tome of Seriously Awesome Things was aware! On the 6th day of the month of March in the year of 2009, our Hero married a beautifully stunning Goddess of MidRealm. The Hero fought off Demons and Dragons in an ancient cavern and proposed the same day in that very damned cave with a diamond plucked from the belly of that beast! Afterward they set sail on an a dark ocean but ruefully underwent siege by a frigging Kraken! Our valiant Hero impaled that Son-of-a-Bitch on the end of a broken oar then made love in the bottom of the boat to his Goddess. He now fights today in a far off foreign land and she patiently awaits his return. He shall show up at the Threshold of his Castle, kiss his Queen, and shower her with the riches he obtained from afar. They both shall dine, at the very table the Hero built, on roasted boar. Then they will lounge upon soft cushions feeding each other grapes straight from the vine. Back in their chambers they will make passionate love. Embracing each other as if they will never be separated. Their very souls will entwine making two.... one. The journeys of our Hero still continue, but now, with a fair maiden in hand he shall not have to go about it alone.
Love Letter
March 8, 2011
I sat in a tall dark box tonight alone in the dark. Amongst all the many thoughts I had only one stood out among them. I simply thought of you and what you would be doing right now. probably asleep and dreamin' I was there right beside you. Holding and kissing you lulling you to sleep. Instead I'm in another desert sittin all alone twelve feet in the air tonight. Let this not have you think that I might be sad or depressed. I just simply wanted to let you know about the thoughts I had. I closed my eyes and saw you smiling and I looked lovingly into your eyes and kissed your sweet lips.
Nothing we do together will be a burden even though it may first appear to be. Let it be seen as more as a blessing through hardship. We have spent so much time together and let's spend many years together wrapped in the loving arms of one another.
I love you baby and I miss you greatly. I long for your touch and the smell of your hair. To hold your hands or to tangle our feet together under the covers would be a sweet blessing right now.
But soon we can stop using pillows to fill that empty spot that lies beside us at night. We'll be together soon enough. We continue to endure these challenges that God lays before us but know that they make us stronger together in the end and will forge an unbreakable bond between us that noone can comprise.
Tonight I want you to close your pretty eyes and picture me sittin' high atop in a box at night. Look into my eyes and see that I only have you on my mind. Hour after hour, day by day, week after week, month by month you're stuck to me like glue. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
Happy Anniversary Babygirl
Jonathon
