The Warrior

Wisdom is not desire
Wisdom is not knowledge
Part of wisdom comes from experience
Wisdom is knowing nothing more must be said

The one thing I don't like about writing is that there isn't really much you can do to come off like you don't know everything.  In order for anyone to have a chance to care, you have to speak with authority you don't have.  I do know that a lot of people are truly educated and do deserve respect, but how can I know how respectable they are if I don't see how they live it?  I'm never sure what the purpose of learning is if the information itself is not satisfying to the soul, nor is it life sustaining.

There are morals in life, there are ideas that preserve humanity and sustain generosity.

When I was young, I thought I knew everything.  Many people have said that before, but I'm not going to insinuate that when I was younger I knew nothing.  I have more respect for myself than that, I sometimes have more respect for myself then than I do now.  The one thing I picked up really well were emotions.  I knew what I wanted and I could pretty easily tell you what other people wanted.

I lived life for emotion, I let situations frequent and stir the fire of my soul, emotion was like a wild bull, and riding it was the most exciting seconds of my life, but how dangerous it was...

The best philosophies come not from educated men who want to clearly communicate their idea in words, the best philosophies come from fiction writers who know the only way to communicate an idea effectively is through how it plays out, and the imagination, when trained, can be an accurate depiction of reality, and most importantly, it can be an arena in which to have experiences where reality will not allow.

The only question comes from asking, what is the realistic consequence?

Who has to imagine what it is like to let go?  Who has to imagine what damage is done by the bull that is emotion in the china shop that is the world?  When I was young, yes I knew what I wanted and I knew what others wanted, but I also believed no one should ever have to sacrifice.  When the situation called for one or the other party to give, was I going to be the one to take the fall?

There were times I was... There were actually times I was much more willing to sacrifice for other people than keep myself.

These are the times I hurt them most: when I kept secret my intentions.

Dream

I'm building something.  And everyday it seems to get less and less easier to touch.  Though I've longed to just run my fingers along it, hold it in my arms... It seems the best things in life are dreams.  Just dreams.  Who can say they haven't wanted them to be more?

I think there are many who will ask you to come down, see life for what it really is, but I cannot neglect the infinite air, and I ask you as well to not deny yourself the dream. The space of fiction that slips into our reality that is lofty, untouchable and mysterious.  Your heart dreams for a world of hope, of love.  Have you forgotten how you've danced?  Like a faded memory buried over with so called knowledge that says "I know who I am and I am not a dancer."

Weren't you ever?  Weren't you a dancer and didn't you fall, fall out of the sky? And didn't you fall hard?

That is why I am building a tower, to reach the heavens, but untouchable.

A tower of hopes and dreams.

Or maybe just resting my wings in a tree that grows.