Written By Watcher
June 19, 2022, 5:38 a.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
Traditions alone are meaningless. They are the things we do because they are the things we have always done, they are the way things are because it is the way things have always been. They're like a wagon being driven down a dirt road, again and again, always the same way, always to the same place, wearing ruts deeper and deeper beneath the wheels with every journey. That's tradition. Comfortable. Easy. Even if the journey itself is difficult, the wagon rickety, the road full of bandits, if the wagon keeps going the way it always has, there's a reason to trust it will get where it always goes.
But if the wagon carries no goods, no passengers, and no messages, if the place it travels to is now empty, with no one to greet it and nothing to see or obtain, there's no point to the journey. There's no reason to continue. Dig the wheels out of the ruts and go somewhere else. Or, if the wheels will not budge and the wagon will never go another route, leave it, and walk a new way.
Of course, some journeys should have never become routine in the first place. Sometimes traditions are ugly, have always been ugly, and will always be ugly. In that case, chop the wagon to pieces and use it for firewood as you forge ahead. That way, you can burn the damn thing down bit by bit, while ensuring no one will ever be able to drive it again.
But if the wagon carries no goods, no passengers, and no messages, if the place it travels to is now empty, with no one to greet it and nothing to see or obtain, there's no point to the journey. There's no reason to continue. Dig the wheels out of the ruts and go somewhere else. Or, if the wheels will not budge and the wagon will never go another route, leave it, and walk a new way.
Of course, some journeys should have never become routine in the first place. Sometimes traditions are ugly, have always been ugly, and will always be ugly. In that case, chop the wagon to pieces and use it for firewood as you forge ahead. That way, you can burn the damn thing down bit by bit, while ensuring no one will ever be able to drive it again.
Written By Watcher
June 1, 2022, 7:48 a.m.(10/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Wise raven, clever raven
Fly swift, and fly free
Find those that are lost
Bring the lost home to me.
Wise raven, clever raven
Look far and look low
Find those that are lost
Lead them back through the snow.
Wise raven, clever raven
If the lost can't return
Lead the lost to their rest
As you'll lead us in turn.
Fly swift, and fly free
Find those that are lost
Bring the lost home to me.
Wise raven, clever raven
Look far and look low
Find those that are lost
Lead them back through the snow.
Wise raven, clever raven
If the lost can't return
Lead the lost to their rest
As you'll lead us in turn.
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