So I've returned.
Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 12:28 am
Looking around, as I enter this place again is sadly strange to me. I feel as foreign here as I did the first day I joined, yet the difference is that I know everyone at least partly. Though as I look at these ancient walls I see ruins of what I thought was once there. It all reminds me of my more foolish days when I didn't understand the world outside my very home from being such a sheltered child... As does it remind me of my greatest glories from the days of old where I learned and accomplished so much in record time and learned valuable lessons that would stay with me for an eternity.
As I bask in the glory of what once was the past I am still basking in the past and the ruins of old. Yet still within this fallen city I see life that thrives, even if it is so little and that it is struggling with all it's might to survive, it is still there.
I traveled far away from my once favorite sites, just to go to more active communities that treat me worse than those who live here, and yet I stay hungry for their harsh treatment just in hopes to call the few who do call me friend's respect and the respect of those who are there, treating me harshly. Yet how could I ever compare to this wondrous treasure which is rusted up, broken and old?
Am I complaining? Probably. Even so, this is mostly an observation of what I see. There is life here that thrives by just a thread and that life is still enough for me. I doubt my stay will be long, for again like a foolish being I can be I'd forget and go back into the other communities.
But for now, to me the only thing that matters is that I am here...
I am home... And it is good to be back.
(plus I've started to become more illiterate thanks to a less strict community during my departure and that such... so I need a kick in the behind again to get things set straight again.)
As I bask in the glory of what once was the past I am still basking in the past and the ruins of old. Yet still within this fallen city I see life that thrives, even if it is so little and that it is struggling with all it's might to survive, it is still there.
I traveled far away from my once favorite sites, just to go to more active communities that treat me worse than those who live here, and yet I stay hungry for their harsh treatment just in hopes to call the few who do call me friend's respect and the respect of those who are there, treating me harshly. Yet how could I ever compare to this wondrous treasure which is rusted up, broken and old?
Am I complaining? Probably. Even so, this is mostly an observation of what I see. There is life here that thrives by just a thread and that life is still enough for me. I doubt my stay will be long, for again like a foolish being I can be I'd forget and go back into the other communities.
But for now, to me the only thing that matters is that I am here...
I am home... And it is good to be back.
(plus I've started to become more illiterate thanks to a less strict community during my departure and that such... so I need a kick in the behind again to get things set straight again.)