fiction: the figment of a great writer's imagination.
the words, ink on plain paper;
feeble in their existence,
tell me to be fierce and compassionate.
to have something to love,
more deeply than any being is capable of;
*to try...
so that there is something my soul will reside in,
which is not me,
something I can face a fight to death for...*
they are not only books.
they are the silent teachings learnt by these authors,
living through hardships.
they are metaphors,
symbols of lessons to be applied in our lives.
their passion, their wounds, living inside of their words;
they speak to us readers,
in their meek mild voices;
*to hope,
to have faith,
to believe in something someone beyond ourselves,
to be human in the face of impossibilities,
even through difficult dark times,
to be humble in the face of success,
to ride our dragons into oblivion,
to hunt them down and slay them like wolves,
to never give up...*
*'Winter is coming'
'We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, but battle on.'
'Do or do not. There is no try.'
'A hero can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as he has the nerve.'
'You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it.'
'If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior.'
'We will not just be another piece in their games.'
'Fear doesn't shut you down. It wakes you up.'
'Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them.'
'Not all those who wander are lost.'
'We accept the love we think we deserve.'
'Grief does not change you. It reveals you.'
'This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.*