Written By Reigna
April 1, 2019, 8:41 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
The Battle of Stormwall has been brought up frequently of late. I still feel the grip and clench of my stomach when I think about my time there. The things that I saw. Gods, could I have been so young and new to the world? How can that only have been two years ago? Gods above, I was carrying Talis Storm while I served in Stormwall. It feels like forever ago. A lifetime.
And yet when I close my eyes, I can still see Eirlys' smile. I can hear her joyous laughter. I see echoes of her in her namesake. I think of all those who were part of my life then who no longer are and I am shaken to my core at how much has changed. There are still plenty of people, my family, my closest friends, who are here. But I remember and I feel so different from the woman I was. It was the first time I truly experienced war, the first time I had to taste it.
I went looking through my journals of that time and one entry stood out. I will repeat it here:
No matter what happens, no matter what we experience, time marches forward. I must try to remember that. I can get so lost in my thoughts, in my reading and studying. In my medicine, in my joys that I feel almost that I am in a bubble, trapped in those moments. Some blissful, others... less so. But time moves ever onward. There are things that must be done, people to speak with, information to be gathered and shared.
I have been having nightmares. I am getting used to them now. They no longer have me waking with a scream. I do not even wake Kael anymore. Well. Most of the time.
I see those creatures, wasted, emaciated. Hungry. The hollowness of their filmed over eyes, lost beyond the ability to be called men. The leashes wrapped around their throats, their clawing hands and gnashing teeth. I see that tower of armor and the deep basso echoes of 'Feast'.
But that, oddly, is the background. My dreams are filled with wounds. The stench of charred flesh and burnt bone, the slippery feel of entrails sliding through my hands as I try to put someone back together. The way the copper tang of blood filled my mouth for days. The steady, relentless sound of a sword cutting through the necks of the dead and worse, the dying. Each lopping fall of that sword counting another failure. Another life unsaved. So many died. I tried... I tried so hard. I thought ahead, I trained them. I drilled them. I arrogantly thought I was going to make such a difference. I was going to save them.
Only one in four returned. One in four. I have written so many letters to so many families. Thanking them for the service of their kin. Apologizing for the loss, remarking on the bravery and duty they fulfilled when they did not have to. Healers are not soldiers, and many died in service to them. To the Compact.
My mind cannot seem to let this go. It takes me back there at unexpected times. Nothing at all should make me think of it, and suddenly it is as if I am back in that tent, amidst the wails and moans, the thunder of hooves and that terrible terrible call, 'Feast'.
Time marches forward. Things, places, people move on. I travel through Arx and I see so many merry people and a part of me wonders what is wrong with me, that I am home, but I am also still not wholly home. A part of me is still in Stormwall. I do not know if I will ever really leave that place. Why can I not be home? Does anyone else feel this way? As if they left a part of themselves so far away, still stuck in that bubble of terror and focus?
I am not wholly unhappy. Not at all. Being home, seeing my husband, my children, my friends, I am often laughing, often happy. Until I blink and I am back there.
Time marches forward, but I feel left behind.
And yet when I close my eyes, I can still see Eirlys' smile. I can hear her joyous laughter. I see echoes of her in her namesake. I think of all those who were part of my life then who no longer are and I am shaken to my core at how much has changed. There are still plenty of people, my family, my closest friends, who are here. But I remember and I feel so different from the woman I was. It was the first time I truly experienced war, the first time I had to taste it.
I went looking through my journals of that time and one entry stood out. I will repeat it here:
No matter what happens, no matter what we experience, time marches forward. I must try to remember that. I can get so lost in my thoughts, in my reading and studying. In my medicine, in my joys that I feel almost that I am in a bubble, trapped in those moments. Some blissful, others... less so. But time moves ever onward. There are things that must be done, people to speak with, information to be gathered and shared.
I have been having nightmares. I am getting used to them now. They no longer have me waking with a scream. I do not even wake Kael anymore. Well. Most of the time.
I see those creatures, wasted, emaciated. Hungry. The hollowness of their filmed over eyes, lost beyond the ability to be called men. The leashes wrapped around their throats, their clawing hands and gnashing teeth. I see that tower of armor and the deep basso echoes of 'Feast'.
But that, oddly, is the background. My dreams are filled with wounds. The stench of charred flesh and burnt bone, the slippery feel of entrails sliding through my hands as I try to put someone back together. The way the copper tang of blood filled my mouth for days. The steady, relentless sound of a sword cutting through the necks of the dead and worse, the dying. Each lopping fall of that sword counting another failure. Another life unsaved. So many died. I tried... I tried so hard. I thought ahead, I trained them. I drilled them. I arrogantly thought I was going to make such a difference. I was going to save them.
Only one in four returned. One in four. I have written so many letters to so many families. Thanking them for the service of their kin. Apologizing for the loss, remarking on the bravery and duty they fulfilled when they did not have to. Healers are not soldiers, and many died in service to them. To the Compact.
My mind cannot seem to let this go. It takes me back there at unexpected times. Nothing at all should make me think of it, and suddenly it is as if I am back in that tent, amidst the wails and moans, the thunder of hooves and that terrible terrible call, 'Feast'.
Time marches forward. Things, places, people move on. I travel through Arx and I see so many merry people and a part of me wonders what is wrong with me, that I am home, but I am also still not wholly home. A part of me is still in Stormwall. I do not know if I will ever really leave that place. Why can I not be home? Does anyone else feel this way? As if they left a part of themselves so far away, still stuck in that bubble of terror and focus?
I am not wholly unhappy. Not at all. Being home, seeing my husband, my children, my friends, I am often laughing, often happy. Until I blink and I am back there.
Time marches forward, but I feel left behind.
Written By Reigna
April 1, 2019, 12:16 p.m.(11/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
I am not a fan of the Grand Melee. Oh, I know it is a great honor to Gloria, but do we not have enough enemies to prove our devotion to her, rather than beating upon one another?
Still. It does provide my healers with plenty of practice.
Kael showed so well this year! He endured to the final three, surviving warriors of near legendary renown. I am so very happy for him, despite the bruises cuts and overall aches he is going to have to deal with.
The final three.
I still dislike Grand Melees.
Still. It does provide my healers with plenty of practice.
Kael showed so well this year! He endured to the final three, surviving warriors of near legendary renown. I am so very happy for him, despite the bruises cuts and overall aches he is going to have to deal with.
The final three.
I still dislike Grand Melees.
Written By Reigna
March 30, 2019, 1:09 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
It is the strangest thing to mark the passage of time. When I was a child days took forever. Weeks and months were lifetimes. Now, I blink and so much time has passed. I have four beautiful children, a husband, a family when once I aspired to be married only to the gods. How our perception changes, our heart's desire shifts.
Each day is a gift, full of potential, of what-ifs and could-bes. The gods create a forest of paths for us to walk, each choice a testament to the lessons we have learned, the hopes in our hearts and the measure of our intentions.
Each day is a gift, full of potential, of what-ifs and could-bes. The gods create a forest of paths for us to walk, each choice a testament to the lessons we have learned, the hopes in our hearts and the measure of our intentions.
Written By Reigna
March 21, 2019, 1:56 p.m.(10/12/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
When tragedy and lawlessness descend and mere words are the response, I understand that it feels like you are unseen, unheard, unloved. My writing here that I wept bitter tears into Kael's chest at the news of what happened in our lands does nothing to ease that, I am aware. There is a deep, penetrating hurt that has struck my people -- and they were *my* people. They were citizens of Oakhaven. They had sworn oaths of Fealty to Kael and to the Compact under the auspices of Limerance. They were Compact. Lashing out in rage and anger only leads to more violence, no matter how much a heart might crave vengeance, a good leader, a good citizen seeks justice. And justice takes time. And talking.
It does little to blunt the pain of that loss. Of the outrage done. One of the hardest things in being noble is in putting aside personal appeasement, personal pride and focusing on the logical, pragmatic and long-term good. Revenge is satisfying in the moment, but only breaks further the bonds of civilization that hold us together as a society. Justice will see those murdered avenged in a lawful, legal and honorable fashion.
There will be justice.
It does little to blunt the pain of that loss. Of the outrage done. One of the hardest things in being noble is in putting aside personal appeasement, personal pride and focusing on the logical, pragmatic and long-term good. Revenge is satisfying in the moment, but only breaks further the bonds of civilization that hold us together as a society. Justice will see those murdered avenged in a lawful, legal and honorable fashion.
There will be justice.
Written By Reigna
March 18, 2019, 2:50 p.m.(10/6/1010 AR)
Our hearts mourn for the lives lost in a needless attack on Compact citizens living peacefully on Oakhaven lands. We grieve for the breaking of the right of Sanctuary, granted to another citizen of the Compact before being cut down in in the shrine itself. As we mourn these losses, we ask that our brothers and sisters in Faith take a moment to reflect upon themselves, their actions and their hearts. Do not let hatred, anger, or fear, cloud our eyes or sway our minds away from the Sentinel's justice. Say prayers to Gloria so that her will guides your hand and her chivalry fills you with genuine righteousness. Honor oaths sworn in the name of Limerance and embrace the strength that follows in the wake of Lagmoa's change.
We ask to be given time to resolve these issues in a manner befitting members of a shared Faith. True Justice demands nothing less.
We ask to be given time to resolve these issues in a manner befitting members of a shared Faith. True Justice demands nothing less.
Written By Reigna
March 15, 2019, 12:45 p.m.(9/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Veronica you say? Hmmm. She *would* make someone a very fine wife. And there has been precedent for announcing the availability of one's House Sword. It worked for cousin Pharamond quite nicely I hear!
Written By Reigna
March 15, 2019, 12:42 p.m.(9/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Elgana
I am so very glad to have found a patron like Princess Elgana! Talking to her very much felt like speaking with someone who shares my vision of the world. I am very confident that we will be able to aid one another in our journey through this world. Plus, she clearly has extraordinary taste, as my co-protege is non other than the inestimable Bliss Whisper.
Written By Reigna
March 13, 2019, 10:19 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
We are to move back into Keaton Hall, and while it was certainly an honor to spend the summer in Valardin Manor, I admit. I am *very* glad to be returning to our home. The preparations have begun and the experience of trying to wrangle four children is proving more of a thing than three. Our little Wildfire is just that. She has a swift temper and is quick to scream when she is put out for any reason. I think I have done my service to Keaton for the foreseeable future. We have four children between the ages of almost 4 and one month old, and three of them are heirs.
As our brood have only one cousin, young Elaine Keaton, I am beginning to turn my eye towards my cousins. Surely some of you would like to help me populate the next generation of Keatons, right? Right?
As our brood have only one cousin, young Elaine Keaton, I am beginning to turn my eye towards my cousins. Surely some of you would like to help me populate the next generation of Keatons, right? Right?
Written By Reigna
March 7, 2019, 1:28 p.m.(9/12/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
Orathy Culler. Stop this nonsense.
Tessa is gone. The fault lies at no one's feet. Tessa died as she lived, on her own terms, by her own rules and brave to the last. If you knew her as you say you did then you know that no one in this world could change her mind once she had set herself on a task. She would not listen to reason, no matter if you talked yourself blue in the face. She made her choice and she paid for it. Let it be done. There is nothing more you can do for her. She is home, at the side of the Queen of Endings. Whatever scene you make, whoever you threaten or harm, know that you are doing it for yourself. Nothing you do now is of any use to her.
Let her go.
Tessa is gone. The fault lies at no one's feet. Tessa died as she lived, on her own terms, by her own rules and brave to the last. If you knew her as you say you did then you know that no one in this world could change her mind once she had set herself on a task. She would not listen to reason, no matter if you talked yourself blue in the face. She made her choice and she paid for it. Let it be done. There is nothing more you can do for her. She is home, at the side of the Queen of Endings. Whatever scene you make, whoever you threaten or harm, know that you are doing it for yourself. Nothing you do now is of any use to her.
Let her go.
Written By Reigna
March 6, 2019, 1:51 p.m.(9/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Tessa
It is difficult not to feel like I failed you. I always... by the gods there were times I wanted to tear my hair out when talking to you. You would say something and I would feel as though I'd been struck by a falling tree branch. I could not speak at times, left just to stare, struck dumb, utterly agog at what had just come out of your mouth. I think, perhaps, you more than anything or anyone else in my life prepared me to raise my children. You certainly taught me patience and how to hold my tongue, grit my teeth and allow someone to make their own mistakes when it was clear they would not listen.
I love Lady Tessa Moore. I say love because though she is no longer with us here, her soul lives on, and my love endures. She was mine in the way all the people under the protection of Keaton are mine. She was this bright, vivid ball of energy and light. Stubborn, obstinate and determined to have her own way. To live her life by her own rules, no matter how hard I tried to get her to conform. She fought for Keaton. She fought for Laurent. She was foolhardy and brave. And she always spoke her mind.
I rarely agreed with her perspectives, but I could always trust her to speak the truth as she saw it. She always grabbed at life with both hands and demanded her share.
She will be missed.
I love Lady Tessa Moore. I say love because though she is no longer with us here, her soul lives on, and my love endures. She was mine in the way all the people under the protection of Keaton are mine. She was this bright, vivid ball of energy and light. Stubborn, obstinate and determined to have her own way. To live her life by her own rules, no matter how hard I tried to get her to conform. She fought for Keaton. She fought for Laurent. She was foolhardy and brave. And she always spoke her mind.
I rarely agreed with her perspectives, but I could always trust her to speak the truth as she saw it. She always grabbed at life with both hands and demanded her share.
She will be missed.
Written By Reigna
March 5, 2019, 7:57 p.m.(9/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
Four years ago this day, a frightened young woman walked into the Shrine of Limerance in a brand new gown. It was the finest gown she'd ever called her own. A simple thing of linen and white lace with a blue silk trim and pale blue beading. She stood at the altar, her mother to one side, and watched as a trip of men approached. She had no idea which one was to be her husband and she shook to her toes. The handsomest and youngest of the three stepped forward and wordless, picked up the quill to sign his name on the parchment. Sealing the contract that forever bound their lives together.
What began with awkward glances and uncomfortable silences has grown into a powerful partnership, a devoted friendship and an unexpected romance. Marrying into Keaton has been one of the greatest changes in my life. I thank the gods daily for the life I have. The successes I have contributed to. I thank them for the best friend I have ever known. I thank them for providing me a fantastic father to my children. I thank them for the love of my life.
And I thank you, Marquis Kael Keaton. For being open to the possibility that we might share the same ideals. For being brave enough to trust me when I was still a stranger. For taking a chance on an unknown young lady and showing her through thoughtful words and deeds that she could trust you too.
My life began four years ago this day.
Limerance be praised.
What began with awkward glances and uncomfortable silences has grown into a powerful partnership, a devoted friendship and an unexpected romance. Marrying into Keaton has been one of the greatest changes in my life. I thank the gods daily for the life I have. The successes I have contributed to. I thank them for the best friend I have ever known. I thank them for providing me a fantastic father to my children. I thank them for the love of my life.
And I thank you, Marquis Kael Keaton. For being open to the possibility that we might share the same ideals. For being brave enough to trust me when I was still a stranger. For taking a chance on an unknown young lady and showing her through thoughtful words and deeds that she could trust you too.
My life began four years ago this day.
Limerance be praised.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 26, 2019, 1:30 p.m.(8/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
Beloved. She is here, and she is perfect. From the dark crown of curls to her perfect tiny toes. Our darling Brianne Wildfire joins Aeryn Squall, Talis Storm and our precious Kata. I never thought to be able to hold this much love in my heart. My determination to make this world a better place grows day by day. One day our children will inherit this land of ours, and our task is to ensure that the world they find themselves in is as great as we can make it. To that end I know you and I will do our best to make the Compact as strong as possible. Strong enough to weather any coming storm. It is on us to try to encourage the growth and stability of our lands, our fealties, our Kingdom. Together I know we can do this. Together we are unstoppable. I mean, *really*. Have you seen our children? They are each incredible.
This will be fantastic.
This will be fantastic.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 17, 2019, 11:01 a.m.(8/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Elgana
It was Dame Brianne Keaton who forged that alliance of men, elves and dragons. She had the foresight and the vision to reach out to the Sky King and a Duke of the Sylv'alfar, bringing them together and swearing oaths to assist one another. That alliance was what saved us all from the Reckoning and Keaton Keep was built on the site where that convocation took place. It is humbling to think about.
I for one hope to someday, somehow, follow in the footsteps of Dame Brianne Keaton, and reestablish the Promise of Oakhaven.
I for one hope to someday, somehow, follow in the footsteps of Dame Brianne Keaton, and reestablish the Promise of Oakhaven.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 11, 2019, 4:11 p.m.(7/20/1010 AR)
Why is it that all the fancy balls and masquerades seem to happen when I am heavy with child? Not merely just a little pregnant, but rather well into the stage where staying on my feet for more than an hour in fancy shoes seems to be some fiendish torture. And then I think about those who must work in the fields while this pregnant and I am reminded that there is always someone more tired and beset then I am.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 6, 2019, 7:01 p.m.(7/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
But has he discovered *fire* yet?
Did I tell you the story about how, in retaliation for Aeryn breaking her favorite puzzle box, Kata took Aeryn's favorite goat stuffy and set it on fire? Soon, my liege. Soon your daughter will be equally mobile. And they will band together against you. And they know about fire. A note: Echo is trained to bark when danger is near. This will come in handy. She was always an excellent tattler on our brood. Without Echo or Oaken, our children are getting away with far more mischief than before.
Did I tell you the story about how, in retaliation for Aeryn breaking her favorite puzzle box, Kata took Aeryn's favorite goat stuffy and set it on fire? Soon, my liege. Soon your daughter will be equally mobile. And they will band together against you. And they know about fire. A note: Echo is trained to bark when danger is near. This will come in handy. She was always an excellent tattler on our brood. Without Echo or Oaken, our children are getting away with far more mischief than before.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 5, 2019, 3:04 p.m.(7/8/1010 AR)
I asked a question recently and was overwhelmed by the outpouring of the answers. I thank everyone that took the time to record their thoughts within the whites, or to send me missives with their thoughts. I had said in my journal, that I had my own answer, and I think I would like to share it.
The question, "Do the ends justify the means" is a trick. There is no yes or no answer, and nearly everyone who replied returned with 'it depends'. Which is true, but I think the crux of the matter is neither the ends nor the means. The point is in the word 'justify'.
Morality, as I recently told someone, is a binary thing. Something is either good or not. Something is either evil or not. Humanity, however, is anything but binary. We are creatures who dwell within the space between the shades. We can walk a weaving path, sometimes good, sometimes bad. But that does not change the fact that deep down inside, we all can recognize if something is good or bad. We know if something we want is shady. We know what we "should" do. And we, as a people, are deeply capable of moralizing and rendering into grayscale, just about anything. We justify. We bargain. We say, 'this large good outweighs this small bad'. It is an easier thing to weigh that balance when it is someone other than ourselves that is paying that price. To that, I say, in your heart you know what you are doing. Tehom's voice is there, in your mind, whispering the truth that is uncomfortable to hear. The Sentinel's eyes see all. By the grace of Skald we are all given the ability to choose, but that does not ever free us from the consequences of those choices. And when you weigh the means against the end, ask yourself... who is it that is *really* bearing the burden of this cost? Is it someone else? What does Tehom's voice tell you, when you look into the mirror. What do you see?
There is no universal answer to whether the ends justify the means. It is a question we can only answer ourselves. But think on this, as this debate rages back and forth about Thralldom and how and when to abolish it:
Which god is served by Slavery? How much moralizing must one do to profit off of the oppression of another human being? Who is bearing the burden of that choice? What would Skald say?
For those that are criminals, treat them as the Compact does. Send them through the Courts, let them be punished, and let them live free once they have paid for their crime.
For those who believe that there will be a civil war (an oxymoron if ever there was. No war is ever civil.) think on this. By embracing the laws and principals of the rest of the Compact, you prove you believe in the ideals to which we keep. That man is born free and choice is a sacred thing. As such, should there be houses that choose to Abandon the ways of the Compact, that is their choice. And the consequences of that choice is theirs to bear.
It is easy for me, an Oathlander to sit on my hill, away from the potential upheaval and suffering and preach about morality, the costs for me are different, but not nonexistent. Know that Oakhaven is already making plans to spend the marks and coin necessary to elevate the quality of life of the serfs that live within our lands, because when Brass spoke of their hardships... that was a powerful moment. And one, in my gut, I knew he was right about.
The question, "Do the ends justify the means" is a trick. There is no yes or no answer, and nearly everyone who replied returned with 'it depends'. Which is true, but I think the crux of the matter is neither the ends nor the means. The point is in the word 'justify'.
Morality, as I recently told someone, is a binary thing. Something is either good or not. Something is either evil or not. Humanity, however, is anything but binary. We are creatures who dwell within the space between the shades. We can walk a weaving path, sometimes good, sometimes bad. But that does not change the fact that deep down inside, we all can recognize if something is good or bad. We know if something we want is shady. We know what we "should" do. And we, as a people, are deeply capable of moralizing and rendering into grayscale, just about anything. We justify. We bargain. We say, 'this large good outweighs this small bad'. It is an easier thing to weigh that balance when it is someone other than ourselves that is paying that price. To that, I say, in your heart you know what you are doing. Tehom's voice is there, in your mind, whispering the truth that is uncomfortable to hear. The Sentinel's eyes see all. By the grace of Skald we are all given the ability to choose, but that does not ever free us from the consequences of those choices. And when you weigh the means against the end, ask yourself... who is it that is *really* bearing the burden of this cost? Is it someone else? What does Tehom's voice tell you, when you look into the mirror. What do you see?
There is no universal answer to whether the ends justify the means. It is a question we can only answer ourselves. But think on this, as this debate rages back and forth about Thralldom and how and when to abolish it:
Which god is served by Slavery? How much moralizing must one do to profit off of the oppression of another human being? Who is bearing the burden of that choice? What would Skald say?
For those that are criminals, treat them as the Compact does. Send them through the Courts, let them be punished, and let them live free once they have paid for their crime.
For those who believe that there will be a civil war (an oxymoron if ever there was. No war is ever civil.) think on this. By embracing the laws and principals of the rest of the Compact, you prove you believe in the ideals to which we keep. That man is born free and choice is a sacred thing. As such, should there be houses that choose to Abandon the ways of the Compact, that is their choice. And the consequences of that choice is theirs to bear.
It is easy for me, an Oathlander to sit on my hill, away from the potential upheaval and suffering and preach about morality, the costs for me are different, but not nonexistent. Know that Oakhaven is already making plans to spend the marks and coin necessary to elevate the quality of life of the serfs that live within our lands, because when Brass spoke of their hardships... that was a powerful moment. And one, in my gut, I knew he was right about.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 1, 2019, 6:33 p.m.(6/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Deal!
...Not that I would take your money.
Nor would I, if I am to be honest, have the audacity to -- oh, who am I kidding? I believe I already tried to chide His Grace Prince Victus once, when he and Marian nearly gutted each other over a "friendly" spar over stockings.
The problem is, it does not seem to stick.
For you, however, I shall try.
...Not that I would take your money.
Nor would I, if I am to be honest, have the audacity to -- oh, who am I kidding? I believe I already tried to chide His Grace Prince Victus once, when he and Marian nearly gutted each other over a "friendly" spar over stockings.
The problem is, it does not seem to stick.
For you, however, I shall try.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 1, 2019, 12:11 p.m.(6/28/1010 AR)
Do the ends ever justify the means?
I have my own answer, but I would be curious to see what other people believe, and why.
I have my own answer, but I would be curious to see what other people believe, and why.
Written By Reigna
Jan. 23, 2019, 11:56 a.m.(6/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
If the little ones are making you hungry for lamb, I'd be glad to send Marie over with some garlic, lemons and olive oil. This is the proper season for butchering yearling sheep. Just don't try to share with the goats, we do not want to give them a taste for flesh.
Written By Reigna
Jan. 20, 2019, 12:58 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
As ever you cut to the heart of things. Security is an illusion. It is a construct we create to allow ourselves the lie that we are in control. We can do all we can to prepare for the worst, but at the heart of it all, what happens next? Is utterly out of our hands. We must embrace that those who sell safety are hiding shackles (Or in some cases, not really hiding it at all, because that is slavery) and asking us to put them on ourselves.
I understand the desire to feel safe. To embrace that sense that everything is going to be alright. That we can put down that burden and quell that voice that tells you to beware. To *relax*. But it is a lie. We must change, we must embrace that fear and use it to motivate us to pushing ourselves beyond where we are comfortable to face the threats on our own.
You are wise.
I understand the desire to feel safe. To embrace that sense that everything is going to be alright. That we can put down that burden and quell that voice that tells you to beware. To *relax*. But it is a lie. We must change, we must embrace that fear and use it to motivate us to pushing ourselves beyond where we are comfortable to face the threats on our own.
You are wise.
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