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The only thing I know for sure about where I come from is that there is some compelling force continuing to draw me forward. Every creature seems to know where it was born and how to get back there no matter what goes on and it seems that is true for me as well. I do not know the name of my birth or even the location. If you wanted it pointed out on a map you\'d have better luck closing your eyes and throwing a dart at it. All I know is that I am moving forward, step by step and feel drawn who knows where this path leads me, but I know that it will be home. I can only hope that there are friends waiting for me there, if there are friends to be waiting.
The thing to realize is that as far as I am concerned I woke up in a strange room made of paper. It was not as if I didn\'t know who I was or what I was but rather I don\'t know how I came to be there or even how I came to be in the first place. For the sake of blunt simplicity i was born that day fully grown and equipped with basic knowledge to get me by. Now I only seek to find out the time before that.
As far as my philosophies are concerned, and one of them is that every man should have his own philosophies, it is really simple. Every being should and is responsible for their own actions and must accept the consequences of those actions. Who cares about right or wrong after the fact when nothing can be changed. Every man does what he feels is right and to his own benefit so what good does it do to dwell on past glories lost and the spirits of memories desired to be forgotten. Silliness if you ask me. Justify it to yourself and I will say no more.
This leads to an interesting point though and that is what to do when people wrong you. Quite frankly I expect people to wrong me and to fight me and to harm me as often as it is beneficial for them to do so. What\'s the point of crying about it? Instead why not prepare for those times as best you can and move on. When they happen they happen and you must pick yourself up, dust of your tunic, and give them back a smile and a wave, or a knife between the ribs whatever suits you tastes.
As for me I wander and roam looking for battles to be won, or lost as the case might be, and only to experience what this world has to offer. Who has the time to worry about the next bend when there is trouble in from of you? Not I. |
