Shimoje pondered at her reaction to him leaving the city. He felt the need to explain as they shared their words so convolutely. “I had already made a trip from Zeltiva. I am Zeltivian born.” He smiled towards her with a matter of fact face that triumphed all dispositions of selfishness. As the woman spoke of her arms he merely made note. Is more always better? He was in a deep trance of thought, but one that didn’t relate to his problems. It was a fresh relief filled with a new breath of air. A breath of air that was relieved in the form of an exasperation.
“Eyktol. Perhaps I would visit the deserts some time.” He smirked at her, and was curious to what other type of people would reside there. How they lived their lives, and what possibly could lie beneath a sea of sand. “Rhysol. Not many have heard of him, all I know is that there were a collection of worshippers a while back in the middle of the season. They performed these sort of rituals in the name of the man, or deity. I myself hold truth to that which is around me, and I have found that if you don’t recognize something it makes it harder to accept it. I want to be able to accept things. I don’t want to live my life in fear and anguish. I want to get rid of some of those feeling in and of itself. I must be aware from false factors which unbalance me. How can you live in a world that you are not aware of?” His long bated breaths between sentences merely showed aspiration between each pause. He admired Sayana at this point for a convoluted reason he could simply not pin down.
“Misunderstanding things is easy, and a detail I am far guilty of. Acceptance is key, and being in the middle of things surely makes it easier to understand. I wish to understand my father’s death.” He said a bit more solemnly. He was angry, sad, and far confused by the letter he received from his father. A number of things from the day before and now this overwhelming feeling he experienced now opened his mind to a realm of possibilities he hadn’t realized before.
“It is difficult to remain in the middle of things. Though, in the middle there is balance. Mechanical energy often relies on the middle to increase potential of the output. A blade unbalanced would not strike true, no matter how skilled the wielder. This brings to mind another aspect; control. Once I come to realize the reality that is around me, I will feel less naked within the world. The unpredictable won’t be as scary, and fear itself could possibly subside; we can’t control everything. What I seek is but many things, and staying in a city so prevalent with knights who seek to control everything will not let me dance and flourish amongst this beautiful world."
His outlook was quickly beginning to change as the aura of Sayana collided with his. It was deepening his understanding and aspirations of his father. His father didn’t neglect him, he simply had a purpose; a strive. Much like the one that he was beginning to adopt.
“I have many problems in life.” Shimoje said. His heartening self discovery began to lead him down a path he wouldn’t soon forget. “What is it about reality that makes it so painful? Even in my sleep I am plagued by reality. Is it because I have no other chances? I was always looking for someone to blame, and life can be just as deceitful as dreams have many meanings. What is to say that your life’s role isn’t impacted by the smallest of things? Meaning is the perception of greedy intent, and that which is without is peaceful in life. We can do things just to do it; there can be no purpose in life, unless you make one. Belief is an idle thing, you either have it or you don’t.”
Shimoje grimaced at the word of purpose. It was something that Sayana wanted him to figure out for himself. Though, here he sat beside her stating that there didn’t have to be a purpose. “People can be in reality, or live in it. I want to live in it, and take truth to that which is around me. Complicating truths can always turn them into a lie. Maybe that is why I hid in my home in Zeltiva. You could ask what is there to lose, and I would respond Everything.” Shimoje smiled at Sayana, knowing that whatever was going on he was far into thought, and there was almost no getting him out of it.
“One small thing can impact a bigger thing. Just like how you impacted me Q. Perhaps I worry too much and don’t look at what things truly are. You are beautiful, your arms are beautiful, your place here is beautiful.” He smiled once again and stared deeply into the floor below.
“It isn’t that life is painful. I have had my share of pain. It is that life is painful. I saw only what I wanted to see, and listened to only what was there. Deep down I know I have the truth hidden in me. We have the truth hidden in us wandering around waiting to escape. Perhaps meaning can have complications and cause problems, but having no meaning in life at all but to solely exist is the mystery of life.”
“Eyktol. Perhaps I would visit the deserts some time.” He smirked at her, and was curious to what other type of people would reside there. How they lived their lives, and what possibly could lie beneath a sea of sand. “Rhysol. Not many have heard of him, all I know is that there were a collection of worshippers a while back in the middle of the season. They performed these sort of rituals in the name of the man, or deity. I myself hold truth to that which is around me, and I have found that if you don’t recognize something it makes it harder to accept it. I want to be able to accept things. I don’t want to live my life in fear and anguish. I want to get rid of some of those feeling in and of itself. I must be aware from false factors which unbalance me. How can you live in a world that you are not aware of?” His long bated breaths between sentences merely showed aspiration between each pause. He admired Sayana at this point for a convoluted reason he could simply not pin down.
“Misunderstanding things is easy, and a detail I am far guilty of. Acceptance is key, and being in the middle of things surely makes it easier to understand. I wish to understand my father’s death.” He said a bit more solemnly. He was angry, sad, and far confused by the letter he received from his father. A number of things from the day before and now this overwhelming feeling he experienced now opened his mind to a realm of possibilities he hadn’t realized before.
“It is difficult to remain in the middle of things. Though, in the middle there is balance. Mechanical energy often relies on the middle to increase potential of the output. A blade unbalanced would not strike true, no matter how skilled the wielder. This brings to mind another aspect; control. Once I come to realize the reality that is around me, I will feel less naked within the world. The unpredictable won’t be as scary, and fear itself could possibly subside; we can’t control everything. What I seek is but many things, and staying in a city so prevalent with knights who seek to control everything will not let me dance and flourish amongst this beautiful world."
His outlook was quickly beginning to change as the aura of Sayana collided with his. It was deepening his understanding and aspirations of his father. His father didn’t neglect him, he simply had a purpose; a strive. Much like the one that he was beginning to adopt.
“I have many problems in life.” Shimoje said. His heartening self discovery began to lead him down a path he wouldn’t soon forget. “What is it about reality that makes it so painful? Even in my sleep I am plagued by reality. Is it because I have no other chances? I was always looking for someone to blame, and life can be just as deceitful as dreams have many meanings. What is to say that your life’s role isn’t impacted by the smallest of things? Meaning is the perception of greedy intent, and that which is without is peaceful in life. We can do things just to do it; there can be no purpose in life, unless you make one. Belief is an idle thing, you either have it or you don’t.”
Shimoje grimaced at the word of purpose. It was something that Sayana wanted him to figure out for himself. Though, here he sat beside her stating that there didn’t have to be a purpose. “People can be in reality, or live in it. I want to live in it, and take truth to that which is around me. Complicating truths can always turn them into a lie. Maybe that is why I hid in my home in Zeltiva. You could ask what is there to lose, and I would respond Everything.” Shimoje smiled at Sayana, knowing that whatever was going on he was far into thought, and there was almost no getting him out of it.
“One small thing can impact a bigger thing. Just like how you impacted me Q. Perhaps I worry too much and don’t look at what things truly are. You are beautiful, your arms are beautiful, your place here is beautiful.” He smiled once again and stared deeply into the floor below.
“It isn’t that life is painful. I have had my share of pain. It is that life is painful. I saw only what I wanted to see, and listened to only what was there. Deep down I know I have the truth hidden in me. We have the truth hidden in us wandering around waiting to escape. Perhaps meaning can have complications and cause problems, but having no meaning in life at all but to solely exist is the mystery of life.”
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