Aurius

Umm...Hi there. 0.0

A bunch of random things... >_<


-"Black Frost lived alone for over thousands of years. While enduring this solitude, he prayed to the sky, over, and over. Pleading 'give me a friend'...Eventually, the god he served granted him a friend for a single day...and the two of them frolicked through the fields, as happy as could be. They spent many precious hours together...And then...The sun set. The friend vanished...Black Frost regretted his request. If he had known he would have been left sad and lonely, he would never have asked for a friend in the first place."



-There are some who wish to become strong, to acquire strength that they think would help them be better than who they are now. The strength to assist, to protect. The strength to conquer, to crush.
You'd think that with such power you would become "better", to upheave your flaws and toss them aside. Casting aside the sin of weakness. But what use is it all if you lose yourself? To turn your back
on beliefs that were once valued? How could you ever face yourself, face those who you once could face with no fear or doubt in your heart? Listen...sometimes... it takes great strength in order to bear shame.
Such shame capable of bringing some to their knees.

Now, who is stronger? The one who seizes strength even at the cost of throwing themselves away or the one who must bear the supposed shame and mockery of being weak?

...Or perhaps those who would willingly relinquish their power and face themselves for who they really are.

Human.



"It's not right... to want to do good, to be good, and have that turned against you."


-Sometimes, people want to be the hero of their own story. It's probably natural to think like that. Unfortunately, there are times when people become disillusioned. They focus more on perception rather than pursuing the truth. They end up not fighting an enemy, but rather they create one to fight against.

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment,
or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”


"...Basically, 'don't expect anything!' For example if there's someone who never responds when you say Hi, it's not like I'll get angry and never greet them again. Every day, I'll continue to pleasantly greet them. You'll feel really betrayed if you expect too much. And some day, when someone does say something in return, you'll be especially happy! But you're right. It doesn't feel great to greet people without any expectations. So even if you do end up selfishly expecting something, don't grumble and complain about it. Don't stop! Keep on greeting them!...Surprisingly, things will get better the more active you are. Besides, your life would become boring if you could understand everything."



Please. Do not hate me for what I am about to say.


Let me tell you a story.

Will you listen to it until the very end?

There was once a boy who had nothing. At times he truly felt alone in the world. Sometimes it felt unbearable.
"I wish for friends." was what the boy said one day. "Perhaps then, things will get better" he thought.
Time passed, and one day the boy's wish was granted. He was overjoyed, he was excited, he thought his luck had finally been reversed.
But such feelings would not last. Though true, the boy felt happier in the company of others, people who listened, and people he could listen to.
There came doubts, dark whispers from inside. "They will turn against you one day" "They only put up with your insufferable babbling because they wish to save face."
"You are nothing more than a fool living a lie. A freak, a monster." "One day they will become sick of you, they will have had enough of you, they will toss you away like a broken toy, and will want nothing more to do with you."
"You will fade from their memories and hearts, it will be like you never existed to them, and nothing will bring them back."
The whispers took hold of the boy. He became horrified, shocked from these dark thoughts. "Was this all that was waiting for him?" he thought. "Is it all a lie?"
The boy fell into despair. "So in the end, all that awaits me is solitude once again?" "I don't want to go back to that...how would I live?"
The boy remembered what it was like before, and he wanted no part of it. It was a life he could not bear to even think about.
And so what could the boy do? Terrified of all the things that could go wrong with his newfound friendships, and yet refusing to return to his previous life. He felt trapped. He felt inconsolable.
In the end the boy chose what he felt to be the lesser of the two evils. He chose friendship. It was a path he believed in, even if it were to be a path of thorns.
He still felt happier in the company of others. Talking and listening intently, it made him forget about the whispers, the doubts. It gave him hope, hope to become a better person than he was.
Though there would always come moments of idleness, moments of silence. Sometimes it is in those moments he would start to fall prey to the whispers once more, and it is in those moments he would try to push them back down.
It would be one day that he would tell himself, "Very well, if there ever comes a time where they wish to have nothing to do with me, where they would be willing to throw me away, and cast me aside, then I say...so be it. They can say it to my face."
Though deep down, this thought did not give him much solace, if any...
He would continue to do what he can, with this path that he chose, though he fears that one day...he may break.


And the bond was severed. With one whom he considered close with. He had hoped such a bond would last. It was not meant to be...
There was no anger in him, no hatred, no spite, only sadness. There was once a time where this sadness would have been too profound, too overwhelming. It would have brought him to his knees.
Too many mistakes were made. Poor judgment perhaps? Was it a lie? All of it? Was this his punishment for breaking his own cardinal rule? For getting too close?
Perhaps he was just a plague, where everything he touched would be destroyed. Everything he would create, doomed to fall apart and unravel before him.
But the sadness he felt now, it was different. It felt somewhat less...heavy. As if it was tempered by the bonds he still had. He gathered himself.
He wasn't utterly alone, the world didn't end. The whispers did not overtake him this time.
No tears, no grieving. The boy carried on with his tasks. As he did, he thought to himself.
"Maybe...it can be fixed one day...but not today..."
Though he did feel a sadness, he would continue to do his best. To learn from his mistakes. To form more bonds. Possibly even reforge those he thought were severed.
True he felt some comfort from the bonds that were still left...but deep inside he couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt of the world around him...he feared that one day he would be left with nothing.
The boy wearily continued on his way...praying, that such a day would never come.

 

-Whether we know it or not, everybody is fighting their own battles...

I'm sorry. I get moody...

Feel free to ask me if you need anything. Or if you just want to talk.

(Not my works)