Post by Kira Thrace on Aug 27, 2014 12:00:32 GMT
Where to start? For most it's the end that frightens them, but not me, the end isn't always a completion, but the beginning of a new journey, but it's the unknown, the building from the unknown into something new that always gets to me and I sit there and often ponder as to how to reinvent, time and again, how to lose these scars around my heart, or to learn to wear them, as a soldier does their battle scars, like a badge of honor. Anyway I feel I am getting off topic a bit here, dear diary, so I shall recount my events during the days as I have seen many others do, perhaps include thoughts, snippets, memories, we shall see what happens as it happens, that is all I keep telling myself.
Today I stood at the ocean where I released my adopted father's ashes unto the world and I thought of him, for a brief moment, losing thoughts of all else around me, not seeing the high rise buildings, or the shacks around me, nor did I notice the varying people going to and fro from their various destinations, though the ocean was once a thriving industry, few now venture out into its waves, they are mostly in their flying vehicles that take them to further away destinations than was ever possible once upon a time, but there is only one thought that remains inside of me and that is mankind and how ugly it is, no matter how much the world evolves, mankind stays the same.
A brave new world, most acclaim it with love and affection, though a brave new world it is not to me, mankind still chooses to wage wars, still chooses to torture its brothers and sisters, just with more sinister and advanced devices through the ages. Still there is needless deaths, needless torture and sometimes I wonder what it is I am fighting for, why sometimes I bother to try and free my kind from this oppression, then I remember the faces of the innocents as they lay dying, surrounded by their blood and very often the ones they love and I remember, while hate may find new measures, new disgusting means to rear its ugly head, love still survives and is stronger by definition than hate, and, it is love that I fight for.
My adoptive father's words ring through my mind, like a holographic projection, I can see him clearly standing before me, saying to me in that voice he used only for me, the voice of a loving confident "Never give up hope and hold faith in love, for it is when you least expect it, Kira, that love will find you and always stand firm to your beliefs, fight for what you hold true and sacrifice what is needed, for you shall be rewarded dear Kira with a seat by the all father one day, you will see. Just as I now go to the great hall and for my last feast"
Today I stood at the ocean where I released my adopted father's ashes unto the world and I thought of him, for a brief moment, losing thoughts of all else around me, not seeing the high rise buildings, or the shacks around me, nor did I notice the varying people going to and fro from their various destinations, though the ocean was once a thriving industry, few now venture out into its waves, they are mostly in their flying vehicles that take them to further away destinations than was ever possible once upon a time, but there is only one thought that remains inside of me and that is mankind and how ugly it is, no matter how much the world evolves, mankind stays the same.
A brave new world, most acclaim it with love and affection, though a brave new world it is not to me, mankind still chooses to wage wars, still chooses to torture its brothers and sisters, just with more sinister and advanced devices through the ages. Still there is needless deaths, needless torture and sometimes I wonder what it is I am fighting for, why sometimes I bother to try and free my kind from this oppression, then I remember the faces of the innocents as they lay dying, surrounded by their blood and very often the ones they love and I remember, while hate may find new measures, new disgusting means to rear its ugly head, love still survives and is stronger by definition than hate, and, it is love that I fight for.
My adoptive father's words ring through my mind, like a holographic projection, I can see him clearly standing before me, saying to me in that voice he used only for me, the voice of a loving confident "Never give up hope and hold faith in love, for it is when you least expect it, Kira, that love will find you and always stand firm to your beliefs, fight for what you hold true and sacrifice what is needed, for you shall be rewarded dear Kira with a seat by the all father one day, you will see. Just as I now go to the great hall and for my last feast"
