Life is Just a Stupid Game

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Of paladins

“It will be the first thing you will learn, Makaelthos, that even the mightiest of paladins are far from perfect. No matter how strong a paladin stands, no matter what victories he wins or sacrifices he makes, his character is always flawed and mistakes are bound to happen. To compensate for such limits, a paladin must always be humble, humble enough to face the consequences of each mistake and ask for forgiveness. He sees his flaws clearly and through them he sees the flaws of others, free of the arrogant belief that perfection is attainable, he is never in danger of being corrupted. For, in order to maintain the will to move forward, he seeks to look past these flaws and see only what is good. ”

“Because perfection is unnecessary; because it is the nature of good to forgive flaws. Only those who are evil seek perfection, for forgiveness has no place in their hearts. "

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“Then you understand, Makaelthos, a paladin’s most important trait. A paladin has faith, faith in his friends and faith in his cause. He trusts that good can triumph in all fights. He trusts his friends to overcome their own trials on their own without losing his resolve to do what must be done if they fail. He believes in what he fights for wholeheartedly, without the shadow of a doubt or hesitation.”

-Sir Thomas Valorcrescent

(This comes from Crimson Twilight: Dusk, by Tom Valor. It all belongs to him. I quote him because I found these words wise as well as interesting.)

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Passing thoughts

it's quite strange what kind of routine my life has fallen it: i get up, go work, make small talk with colleagues, go home or go eat with friends, then sleep, exhausted.

maybe there's really no more space in my life for you anymore. maybe i think of you less because there is less time for me to think about you. or is there less of you for me to think about? i dont know, and i suspect that i wont ever know.

i cant look you in the eye anymore. there is something about your glance. i can't chat with you anymore. there is something in your voice.

i hate you. you want something that i want.

god i dont even know what im talking about, what i want, what i need, what i think.

FUCK YOU PLEASE JUST

TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT

please.