Time Heals Nothing

Afbeeldingsresultaat voor hourglassThe Oxford dictionary has two definitions for time as a noun and three in the category of verbs. Each definition has countless sub definitions. This, to me, just makes it more confusing. What exactly is time? I consider it to be a measurement of the passing of an existence; a sequel of events and movements.

I stopped to think about the idea of time today because I was conversing with a friend. He let me know that a girl he had had his eye on had rejected him. They had gone on a date but she had concluded that they were better off as friends. He felt genuinely sad about this. My first instinct was to tell him that time would heal all wounds. Yet then a small voice in the back of my mind sounded, “Does it?”

My fingers stopped dead in their tracks as I was typing a reply to my friend’s message. Was time really a medicine for all things? It took me a minute to realize that time has little to do with any healing processes.

Of course, there is the obvious notion that time does not cure sickness. Common colds cure from rest and proper nutrition. Other illnesses are cured by antibiotics or other medicine. Some sicknesses, sadly, can not be cured. Yes, it takes time for the measures to take effect, but it is not time itself that heals.

On an emotional level, time is also out of business. I have also spent my time on heartbreak and rejection of some kind. I am a millennial, we all have our love stories so I also have mine. Looking back, time never solved anything for me because it just kept on passing. It did not change my thoughts (or my heart) on anything. I just carried on in the same state. Time never changed that I felt sad or that I missed someone. The simple passing of time only reminded me of all that I could have spent with them.

There have however been things that made the thoughts and emotions pass. Proof of that is myself. I am here still. I am no longer sad. I am not hung up on a past love interest. I too have moved on. What caused me to move on was never time. It was rather the kindness and presence of other people as well as (deliberate) changes in my own life. Sometimes I got so busy with a new hobby or study that all my energy and excitement was raised again. Then I would not feel sad about someone because the time I would’ve liked to spend with them is spent on something else that I am passionate about. Sometimes friends showed me these new things in life or made many little changes to my life to ensure it would be ‘mine’ once more. In that way, it belonged to just me. In the old life, it was common to have a person there with me. In the new life, I was alone and that was okay. There is also the possibility of a new love interest coming into my life or simply new people that amuse me on a platonic level to the point where I no longer feel a need for that former person.

Yes, time drives change. Time allows space (pun intended) for old things to become new. Encounters between persons is enhanced by time. Time itself, however, is not what heals. It is changes. So if you are dealing with heartache or rejection, change something! Even if it is the color of your hair or walls. Change will help change your heart.

May destiny be kind to you.

 

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30 Thoughts on Heartbreak

In the eyes of many, I am but a youngster. I am only 23. They’d think I have no knowledge of the world—and they are probably right. Yet I still wish to share some wisdom I gathered over my own years of interacting with humanity. Today I’d like to talk about heartbreak; not to be mistaken with the medical condition heartbreak syndrome. I mean the kind that one experiences after having loved and lost.

As someone who (thinks she) has experienced this, I’d like to share a few thoughts here with those who have hurt and still do.

  1. Accept that it hurts. Allow the emotions to affect you.
  2. Allow yourself to cry. It is not a sign of weakness. If it happens then let it.
  3. Let the people in that are there. They are the ones who care; they are your friends. Let them help you. They will prove to be invaluable.
  4. Know that it is okay to linger. You don’t need to be over this person immediately.
  5. Give up on obtaining a reason or an answer. None you will get will satisfy you; if you get any at all.
  6. Remember to hold off on doing things that you might regret.
  7. It will be a long time before you no longer think of that person at all times. It will happen some day, but it might not be soon.
  8. The dreams of this person will also fade some day.
  9. This also goes for the thought of picturing him or her in your future.
  10. Listen to sad songs and allow them to affect you if they do.
  11. Just because this person doesn’t love you does not mean no one ever will.
  12. Wine is okay but don’t overdo it multiple nights.
  13. Drink with company and confide in them if you decide to drink.
  14. When you see them with a new significant other, you are allowed to be upset or mad but do not hate the new person. They are not to blame.
  15. Remember that every hurt is a lesson to be learned from and to grow from.
  16. Social media should not turn into your diary. You’ll regret posting all your feelings on it.
  17. A physical diary is however a good idea. Keep one if you wish and write all your thoughts and emotions in it; no matter how jumbled and random they are. Expressing yourself is a great remedy.
  18. There will be sleepless nights. They will be lonely. They will be harsh and cold. Remember that the sun always returns after the night. So too will light come back to your life.
  19. Wallowing is okay.
  20. The best remedy will always be time. It is not an instant remedy of course but it will definitely heal you eventually.
  21. Rebounds don’t work. Maybe for the first month they will help you forget the hurt but eventually your wounds are bound to open and cause more chaos than before you found your rebound. It’s better to wait and see what the future brings than seeking out a human medicine.
  22. The only one who can complete you is you. No other person can do this.
  23. Even though you’d likely rather be lazy and hide under your blankets, try to do something to grow. Read or do something else that helps your mind. It’s not only a pleasant distraction but it’s a way to spend your time.
  24. If you feel you were the one that loved more, know that that too is okay.
  25. It is okay to never want to speak to that person again. If they want to be friends and you don’t, then don’t. Let them go.
  26. A day will come when you no longer wish for their company. Allow such thoughts to overwhelm you. Enjoy them.
  27. Physical activities will help let go of stress and tension. Exercise, go for walks, run a distance, take the bike somewhere but just do something when you feel your body becoming extremely tense.
  28. Know that you are not the only person who had their heart broken. Many people on this planet experienced it and made it through. You can do the same.
  29. Know that someone better will come along some day. This person will outshine the person that hurt you in so many ways that you will be shocked to know that it was even possible.
  30. Finally; know that you are a strong, unique person that deserves to be loved. You will grow and be stronger. You will find someone better and you will grow with confidence and happiness in ways that the previous person would not have been able to give you. Perhaps they might even dare to look upon you one day and realize they made the biggest mistake of their life. They probably did.

I wish endless strength to those who are dealing with an aching heart at the moment. May destiny be kind to you all.

All The Romantic Things I’ve Done

No, this isn’t going to be a list about how I listened, how I let him be himself or how I supported him. I did those things in my own special way every time, of course. Here’s a list of things that are more up my alley and a bit more personal, I think.

  • This painting: I made the painting posted here. It’s the Eiffeltower with two people in front of it being affectionate. I boxed it up and sent it across the seas as a surprise gift. The person it was for and I wanted to go see the Eiffeltower at night to enjoy the lights. We never got to do so.
  • Wrote a love letter: I don’t mean a kindergarten crush that I worte a letter for. No, this one was a bit more ‘legit’, as the kids would say. I cut out small flowers and leaves. I put two on the bottom right corner of a blank page and used my printer to copy as many versions as I needed. I wrote what I wanted to say in a document first. I placed the pages with the flower over lined paper so I could write everything neatly on the lines, too. I folded up the pages, put them in an envelop, put a world stamp on it and sent it off with the mail along with my hopes. It was one of those ‘I-miss-you’ letters.
  • Poetry: I’m sure I’m not the only person who tries their hand at poetry now and then. Let’s be honest, love is inspiring. I wrote a good few poems. I haven’t done it in the past four or so years however.
  • Composing: My guitar is always my second love and at times my first if there is no significant other. I am also fond of singing. I learned a good few chords and got into the habit of writing songs when I was 16. This habit never really ended unlike poetry. Of course, sometimes I am feeling more inspired than others. Sometimes I can write multiple songs at the same time while other times I go months without any new works. I’ve written love songs of different kinds. There are the ‘hey-I-like-you-so-lets-give-it-a-shot’ songs. There are those themed ‘I’m-so-happy-to-be-with-you’ and of course the ‘I-miss-you-for-some-reason’ songs.
  • Decorated picture frame: I took out my paints and colored a wooden picture frame. I made it all red and orange and yellow; very warm colors. I realize now that I could’ve put a nice picture of myself in it, too.
  • Drew characters from a story I let him read: It’s no secret that I am someone who likes to write. First I sent a printed version of a short novel I wrote. Later I sent a picture of two important characters form it that I drew. This is probably not too meaningful to most but to me it felt nice to do it since he said he really enjoyed the story.

There’s also a few things I still want to do some day. One of them would be leaving notes around; sticky notes with small messages for the person to find. I also want to prepare dinner for if he’s coming home late and I can’t be there with a note of how long he should put it in the oven for or such. It’s all about the little things, no?

I’ve also been waiting for the opportunity to use an idea that has been lingering for a while now. It’s a combination of a coupon book and the Christmas advent calendar. I think it is especially fun for long distance couples who don’t get a lot of time together. Here’s how it works.

Step 1: Create a nice picture either on cardboard or a canvas. This can be a drawing, a painting or a blown-up picture.

Step 2: Find sticky notes or other small paper and make an estimate of how many you would need to cover the entire thing in a neat fashion. Sticky notes would be especially easy so you can put them on and remove them later.

Step 3: Say you’d need 48 squares of paper/notes. You come up with 48 things. These things can be little messages or even activities you can do. You could offer an amusement park day or a home-cooked meal or even watching their favorite show together. Put anything on it you want. You can use the internet for this.

Step 4: Now take your papers. Write the message or activity on one side. On the other you can put something decorative. When using sticky notes, write the text on the side of the note that has the ‘sticky stuff’ on it.

Step 5: Next you place all the cards onto your board/canvas. Sticky notes make it especially easy to do this because you can easily put them on. Place the cards text down. For non-sticking cards you can use a small piece of tape and attack the paper for a small portion. They need to be attached in a way that they can be easily removed without bringing harm to the image below.

Step 6: The final step is to execute the board. Allow your partner to pick off cards either a few times a day or once a day. This can be up to you entirely. If you want to fill a few months, you can do daily. If you only have a few weeks, you can do this multiple times a day. It’s also possible to take turns removing the cards. Do the activity mentioned or plan it. Read message cards to them. When you finish off the last cards, what remains will be the image underneath all the previously placed cards. This can be given as a present at the end.

I am not seriously hoping for a chance to find someone who I want to do this for. I wouldn’t object to finding someone like that but time will tell.

 

Caeirys (Prologue)

Several weeks ago, I experienced a dream that was as lively as they could be. The colors were bright and the places seemed real (although not familiar). The dream stuck with me for such a long while because of its amazing storyline, that I decided to write it; with a few additions here and there to spice it up. For example, the whole start of the story is made up. There were no ‘catowls’ in my dream (you will see what they are below). The woman that is spoken of below had a few different attributes but she was there. The golden dragon did not appear in my dream. Nonetheless; feel free to read on if you want a high fantasy story to enjoy. This is only the prologue so far.

Consider this a Christmas present, if you wish to. Thus; happy holidays and I hope you will enjoy this creation of mine.

Note: Caeirys is only the working title.

Prologue

In ancient tales, people spoke of creatures upon wings mightier than those of the strongest hunting birds. The might within claw and fang unmatched by any human sword. Courage and wisdom both untamed and illogical to simple minds of mankind. They became rulers. These kings and queens of their respectable realms were without throne and crown. They needed not royal gemstones to emphasize their place in the world. Their reigns were evident through their unwavering might. Their benevolence remained upon the tongue of many for centuries after. Names echoed within songs and were immortalized upon parchment. Mankind spoke of the dragons.

One such queen was what scholars would later refer to as a ‘Great Red’; a dragon of crimson scales and impeccable majesty. Her brilliance was unmatched by stars and the sun. She was a drop of vital essence against the daylight sky and a speck of mystery within the moon’s domain. A spectacular wingspan provided a canvas for dreams of the young and innocent to be painted upon. They saw patterns within them that inspired their feeble hearts. Caressing light as dim as clouded skies danced upon her scales. Countless small plates of armor covered her fearsome body in a coat of tiny shards that seemed to have descended from deadly roses themselves. Her horns and talons seemed to have been carved from a delicate stone of rosewood pigments and finely shaped by divine smiths. They were both fatal weapons as well as impeccable treasures for her physique. Beneath her tender lids lay bright irises of emerald hue within which existed a large black pupil that shone with wisdom and pride. This splendid collection of superior attributes made her an extraordinary specimen of her own species. She bore the name Caeirys; meaning ‘clarity of the sunrise’.

From her early age onwards, Caeirys placed her name within the minds of those she encountered and within the minds of those who heard tale of her ventures across the vast landscape. Throughout all her endeavors she remained true to both her titles. She was forever a Great Red but also a symbol of the rising sun. The allure of her legends was strong and never ceased after her final sighting.

Her tale begins with the flight of a lone dragon during a fall evening. This creature was armored in gold and covered in silver embellishment. Equally impressive were his talons within which he carried a red object. The oval object glowed with a soft intensity before dimming again. It was a slow pattern that seemed soothing. However the dragon carrying the soothing object felt not this way. In his heart he felt worry and a need for haste. His journey destined him for a large tower that stood within an abandoned valley. Few roamed to these reaches. Little was to be gained here. A mission that weighted on this dragon’s aged mind however had pushed him to pursue the destination.

Against a backdrop of golden and red abstractions he could see the looming tower. It’s grey walls were covered in an orange glow from the setting sun. He could feel the warmth of the large star upon his scales. It made him feel calmer yet also more persistent. He flapped his wings vigorously before gliding. The structure before him came nearer to him. The golden dragon leaned upon the currents to glide around the tower to the opposite end where he found an opening large enough for his own form. There he swooped in. After thrusting his wings forward to lessen the impact of his flight, did he land upon tender feet. His talons created a soft clicking sound as they connected with the stone earth below.

While he regained his posture from the landing, his silver eyes cast about. All he found within the vicinity was a creature that was both cat and owl. With the head and tail of a cat and the body, wings and claws of an owl, it was the perfect combination of the two. This particular catowl was draped beneath a blanket of white which made the piercing blue eyes seem all the more pure. The resembled lakes of clear water within a landscape of pure snow.

The dragon performed a brief nod towards the creature before parting his jaws and speaking to it. “Tuwven, I must speak with your lady.” His tone was deep and genuine. It was but a deep rumble; the product of both fatigue and age.

The catowl spread his wings for a moment while changing his footing upon his perch; one of many connected to the walls for his convenience. “Aha.” he responded in a light voice. “Have you come to exchange your favor with her?” he wished to know.

Once again the dragon nodded. “I brought the Final One.” he replied.

Tuwven cast his bright blue eyes about to examine the entirety that the dragon before him was. His gaze stopped when he spotted the glowing object within the dragon’s talon. For a moment he sat still; his tail swaying from side to side. “You think…” he began while selecting his words carefully. Before he proceeded he raised his gaze once again to meet the unblinking silver eyes, “You are convinced that this is the Final One?” he informed.

With a tender gesture, the golden dragon placed the object upon the stone floor. “If not this one then who?” he answered with a sad tone.

“Very well.” Tuwven replied. He flicked his wings to carry himself into the air before floating effortlessly towards an opening within the wall beyond which lay darkness. Soon after this, the sound of flapping wings died out. What remained was the sound of the wind that blew by the tower.

The dragon waited with more impatience than he wished to hold. His talons remained around the glowing red object while it lay upon the floor. Through the connection with the surface of the object, the dragon felt the pulsing sensation of its glow. It resembled the beat of a heart. It throbbed with a gentle intensity. In unison with the evidence of this object’s life force, the golden creature sensed his own heart beating. With every beat that passed, he felt it weakening. While he had accepted his fate, he dared not depart this dimension without ensuring the safety of what little he could save; the last egg.

Several minutes passed before the door near the dark hole within the wall opened. It moved slowly and its hinges creaked as it did. The evening beams that flooded into the open space from beyond the tower engulfed the two figures the door now revealed.

One of the two was the white catowl who regained his perch rather quickly and sat there without a verbal word.

The second person was a woman. Dark eyes of wisdom and kindness were framed by a pale face that lay locked between dark curls of intertwined grey and black hues. She seemed slim beneath her cloak of splendid colors. Her entire body was decorated in small gemstones. A string of bright beads decorated her neck while rings of splendid colors lay around her wrists. Even her hair held small embellishments of varying colors. A small smile decorated her lips as she looked upon her guest. “Indyör.” she greeted him while performing a nod of acknowledgement.

“Minte.” replied the golden dragon while performing a nod of equal meaning.

The woman took several steps closer to the enormous beast before her. It was close enough for her to reach out and touch him. However she refrained from performing any such acts. Instead she merely held his gaze. “The fact that you have come means that the stars will be enriched soon.” she spoke in a deep yet warm voice.

“Correct.” the dragon responded. “My heart is giving out steadily. My heartstone shattered. Likewise did those of many of our kind.” he explained in a grave tone. He obtained a moment of silence before pushing the red object forward towards the robed woman of marvelous colors.

The woman raised her brows for a moment before kneeling down by the object to look upon it. After she had examined it briefly, she placed her hand upon it to feel the warmth of it and its tender glow. “An egg.” she acknowledged while casting her gaze upwards again.

The dragon nodded to her. “She is the only one left. Her egg was not found and destroyed and she does not have heartstones yet. Thus she could not be harmed that way. What is left of my heartstones is steadily withering away. I am not the only one. Every dragon lost their life. Before midnight…” His last words never came. He dared not speak them when he witnessed the change expression of the woman before him.

Tears had welled upon in her eyes as he spoke. From her cloak, she retrieved a silver object that fit perfectly in her two palms. It felt cold and fragile in her hands. “Oh, Indyör…” she whispered as she stared upon the object in her hands.

With cautious movements, the dragon sank through his legs to lay upon the hard floor beneath him to look upon the woman before him more intensely. “Please, Minte.” he murmured before he nudged the red egg with his nose. “Take care of her. Please take care of Caeirys.” his tone had become but a dim whisper.

Silently the woman started to weep. No sound occurred yet the tears were evident upon her cheeks. They shone in the evening light from the setting sun. With a quick yet tender motion, she placed the silver object by her side and reached out to the head of the golden dragon. She wrapped her arms around it as best as her small form would allow while laying her head and torso against him. The tears dripped from her cheeks onto his impeccable scales. They glided down before reaching the stone below.

Indyör partially closed his eyes as he watched her cry while he still heard the dimming bat of his heart. “Please…” he pleaded one las time while attempting not to allow his voice to tremble. He did not want her to know how faint his heart had become.

The woman separated herself from him and nodded to him. She whipped her tears with her sleeve to allow herself more clear sight. “Yes.” she spoke in a shuttering voice. “I promise.” she added to give him more assurance.

For a few seconds, Indyör did nothing but hum pleasantly. While he did, his eyes fell shut.

“Indyör.” the woman’s voice spoke. It pulled him from his overwhelming thoughts and exhaustion. He opened his eyes and looked upon her. She had grabbed the red egg and held it within her arms; clenched against her very body to keep it safe.

With tired movements, Indyör raised himself back onto his feet. He looked upon the small woman for what would be the last time. He dared not blink; afraid that he would not have any more seconds after he did. He wished to savor the moment. “Farewell, angel.” he whispered in a soft whisper as his eyes became sad yet peaceful. It was clear to him that this was the final words he’d ever say. He reached his head forward and touched the woman upon her forehead with his snout.

“Go.” she whispered in response while she still kept her eyes on him and her arms tightly around the egg.

Indyör backed away; returning the way he came. Before he reached the edge from where he would depart, he turned. He spread his wings; opening them far and wide. Before departing, he looked back one last time to the woman who stood behind him; watching him with large, sad eyes. He granted her one final nod before he made his final leap and committed himself to the last few flaps he would ever perform. As he jumped from the tower, the golden sunlight engulfed him and he made haste to disappear from the sight of the tower.

She watched him flap once, twice, three times. After this he vanished beyond her view. Feeling the desire to follow him, she rushed forward to the edge of the ledge from where Indyör had leaped. Her eyes darted about throughout the sky to try to catch one final glimpse of him. Before she managed to spot him however, a sound caressed her ear drums. A loud crack occurred; as if a glass object had shattered into pieces. The sound caused Minte’s heart to skip several beats. She turned around slowly; hesitant as if reluctant to find what truth would await her there.

Her eyes fell upon where the silver orb had lain. What remained of it now were but shards. Witnessing this caused renewed tears to paint dark trails upon her cheeks. She knew then. Indyör, the only one she ever loved, was dead.

My ‘Type’

Love is a fickle thing. If you loved someone before but no longer feel for them now, was it really love? Questions like that keep me occupied often. I’d like to think that, at the time, yes, you did love them. But feelings change, situations change and people change. That’s why friendships and relationships end.

That probably also explains why I don’t have a ‘type’, as they say. A friend of mine concluded I have a thing for dark hair. I don’t know if that’s true. I never really gave it much thought. I focus more on the person behind the whatever-color-or-no-hair there is. I’ve had quite a few different ones. Let me give you a brief recap now! (And hopefully I won’t get stalked and yelled at by an ex, oops).

Also, some people fall into multiple ‘categories’.

  1. The ‘weeaboo’

A ‘weeaboo’ is a term created by the internet. It’s (more negative) definition is a Japanese wannabe; someone who is interested in the culture of Japan. They are often people who are into anime/manga, Japanese games, technology and so on. Their reputation isn’t always positive. I know plenty of people (myself included) who feel insulted when they are called a weeaboo. Of course the Japanese culture is unique and that intrigues me but I’m not as busy with learning about it as other people are. Besides, my interest in their culture is equal as my interest is in other places. This is simply because I like to learn about different ones.

  1. The gamer

The gamer is pretty self-explanatory; someone who enjoys playing video games. This person can be competitive because of the games but there are exceptions, of course (like myself). There were several of these in my life, but video games are pretty common nowadays. Nearly everyone plays them nowadays. The judgement about being a gamer has vanished, which is a good thing. Games are a lot more accessible to new and more casual gamers, rather than only to the hardcore gamers.

  1. The writer

This one was a wizard with words even more than I am! I was always amazed at what he could create. Yes, I admit, there was indeed some envy of his skills. I hope I learned a bit from being around him. Though, as many writers are, he too was an introvert. He wasn’t always too open with me about things he thought or felt, even though he had words a plenty to define them. Nowadays looking back though, I see that having words isn’t always the answer. I have trouble with it too nowadays.

  1. The passionate

This one had blazing red passion. He’d write poems consisting of various pages for me (and I’d do the same, of course). He was also fond of riddles so we often came up with those too and sent them to each other to start the day off right. This one showed me a unique kind of love that I haven’t seen equaled ever since.

  1. The charmer

Eyes like tropical oceans, hair soft as silk and a smile warm enough to melt the polar icecaps. This one was the charmer. He knew exactly how to wrap his fingers around your heart, even without your own knowing. Often times I wonder if he himself was aware of how silky smooth his behavior was… I think some people are naturally charismatic. They don’t always realize this. It’s just something about them that makes people flock to them. In many American movies or shows, these people are often referred to as ‘the popular kids’.

  1. The practical

This down-to-earth and practical person created a perfect balance for my random outbursts and impulsive personality. He was mellow at all times. We supported each other with an attitude of, “Keep it simple.” and we did. We kept our love life simple and life in general simple. Why make it hard? It was a very pleasant kind of love. It wasn’t wild and passionate. It was the kind that would make you want to settle down with them.

  1. The puppy

This title involves the idea that puppies follow their masters around and are dependent on them as leaders of their pack. This one was just like that. He was keen on pronouncing, “I love you” every five minutes. Very sweet and charming person but that statement will get stale after a while if used that excessively.

  1. The player

Yes, I too made mistakes… Or rather, I made bad decisions that ended up teaching me a lot. This was one of them; the player who hurt me and also hurt the heart of another girl. There were misunderstandings and I yelled at her. Few weeks later, we realized how he had messed with us both and nowadays we are very close friends. Who had seen that coming? Funny how things can go.

  1. The investigator

There is always that one person in the bunch who wants to know everything; from the color of your favorite socks to the number of stairs in your house. This one was like that. He was out to obtain all the facts about me. He was very careful about it, too; keeping mental notes on a lot of things. It didn’t take him long to notice from my voice how I was feeling, simply because he had been observing carefully. Not at all a bad trait, I’d say.

  1. The jock

Oh yes, the jock. I’ve had one of these too. He was aware of being the jock, too. He often referred to himself as ‘the dumb jock’. But it worked out just fine. He could be the dumb jock and I’d be the smart nerd. The best part about that would be that Hollywood directors of cliché movies about high schools would rage because that couldn’t happen in real life; only in movies. But no, we made it happen. Sorry.

  1. The feline

The internet also has this other thing called ‘lolcats’. It refers to people who really love cats and they will insist on convincing people to think that they too are cats. Thus, this one is a feline. His dedication to cats is quite high. I’ve had a discussion with him where I insisted I’d hug a ragamuffin for eternity until we’d die of starvation. His response was, “No, don’t let the kitty die!” After one full second, I realized he seemed more concerned about the cat than me. Yeah… He’s always been very sweet though; quite a rare gem among the bunch.

  1. The communicator

This is probably a vague title for someone. I felt that ‘the sensitive one’ or ‘the onion peeler’ would defy the trend I have going on here; two words per title. Nevertheless, last but not least we have this one. I picked this title to express how well he always communicated with him. Not only did he let me know what he was up to but he was also very open about his feelings towards me. That last part was something that always warmed my heart up, even in the middle of winter.

  1. The mystery

This spot is still unoccupied. Perhaps there will be someone in the future who will take this one and change the title to something else. I’ll wait and see what happens in life.

Story Ideas

There’s the soft clicking of my heels on the stone pavement and the occasional sound of a leaf being crushed. My thoughts dwindle and spiral about like autumn leaves in the wind. Yes, the season of decline is upon us. It’s been rainy, windy and gloomy. Although our summer wasn’t a very spectacular season, I still miss it. That’s, of course, partially due to not having much to do over summer; other than hanging out and sleeping in. Good times…

Now, I am attending university. It’s a daily task; walking to school, attending lectures, classes and/or workshops, heading homework, doing homework and so on. It’s very time and energy consuming. That’s part of the reason why I haven’t gotten around to writing much. It’s a shame, too. The other night, I was simply hanging out in my house, enjoying the gift called ‘weekend’ and I had a million and one story ideas in my head. I decided to write a few of them down for you to read! They are still very incomplete so bear with me here.

Ballads of the Heavens

This would be either a three-part series or a book divided into three parts; Ballad of the Sun, Ballad of the Moon and Ballad of the Stars. In this more 2D-esque world, the earth is flat and above is the sky; the heavens. They are what humanity sees.

An astrologer’s daughter, Daes, is a strong believer in the predictions from the heavens. It is common in her village to listen to the stars to hear fortunes and predictions. When her father makes the prediction that fire will rain from the sky and the heavenly bodies condemn the earth, she panics and tries to find a solution. Her father tells her that the only hope is to learn the ballads of the three ruling entities; the sun, the moon and the committee of stars.

Daes, being a bit of a musician herself, follows her father’s instructions and finds the woman who resides in the highest mountains; a place thought to be closely linked to the heavens. The old woman, who is also an astrologer, tells her that she must perform three good deeds; one for each heavenly body. Only then will they start to pay attention to her. Next, she must learn the three songs of the heavens. The three songs are spread across the land; one in each direction. They will be taught to her by riddles. If she can solve the riddle and play the song at the dedication location, the ruling body the song belongs to will refrain from harming the earth.

Daes sets off on this adventure with her provisions and a harp. Along her travels, she meets Eram; a traveling jester who plays the lute. He too has heard of the impending doom. The two venture onwards together to attempt to stop the tragedy that has been foretold. The two meet Cayan; a young swordsman who strives to become a hero. When Daes explains the fate of the world to him, he joins the two travelers without hesitation. He presents a flute to them that might aid in them.

After fulfilling the needed deeds, Daes and her comrades retrieve the first ballad; the sun ballad. They perform the song at the sun spring. The melody triggers a transformation. A spirit within Cayan awakens and turns him into a mystical shape who finds himself intimately connected with the sun; able to speak to it and request peace from it. The sun listens. Cayan explains that Daes and Eram must speak to the remaining heavenly bodies to compel them to agree to peace as well. He, in turn, will remain in the sun spring as is his destiny. He wishes his comrades farewell. It is up to Daes and Eram to continue their journey together.

(I realize now that this could also make for an interesting video game.)

Wholehearted

This story still needs a lot of fleshing out. I have the basic concept though. A certain ‘type’ of people will exist. They are considered the wholehearted since they have hearts that are stronger than those of halfhearted people. The halfhearted people often hunt the wholehearted in an attempt to literally steal their hearts and make it their own. The hearts of the wholehearted granted immortality and other incredible powers.

The existence of these conditions makes a love story nearly impossible. What if a wholehearted falls in love with a halfhearted? Would her or she know for sure if the other person loves them in return or if they simply desire the power of their hearts? Furthermore, it is possible for a wholehearted to corrupt their own hearts; causing them to lose their powers. There is also the possibility of a wholehearted granting part of their heart to another person; forever binding them. This could be used to save another person who is on the verge of death by sharing one’s heart and life force with them.

What I will do with this story-wise is still a tricky question, but regardless, I want there to be something involving love. Rest assured that there will be a line in the story referencing that the person loves the other wholeheartedly!

Broken Halo

As the name might suggest, this story follows an angel, Zon, who has been banished from heaven. She was tricked into committing a crime and was thus sent to live among the human; causing her to lose her wings, he halo and any of her other powers. Zon finds human life to be tedious. She is determined to retrieve her angel status. But along the way, she meets a human man. He shows her how delightful life can be and she decides to tell him her secret. He pledges to help her.

Yet along the way, Zon begins to feel troubled. Is she sure she wants to leave the human world to return to the heavens? It would mean leaving behind the man she got to know and all the customs she has gotten used to. The turbulence of happiness and sadness that humans experience intrigues her and she is delighted to experience it. When Zon reaches a point where heaven is willing to welcome her again, she refuses their offer. She stays on earth.

After some time has passed, Zon notices drastic changes. An earthquake shatters her home. When she investigates the cause, she notices that the cracks are not but from earth itself. They are broken barriers between the world of the mortals and the world of shadows; the realm that houses all evils. Zon, desperate to protect the human beings she has come to love, calls out to heaven to recruit her once again. She is accepted and she is given her wings. Upon flying back to heaven, she is told that shadows have begun to claw their way to the world of the mortals and will advance further if they are able to overtake earth. Zon joins the angel army to fight for earth’s survival.

During one of her battles on the earth, she finds the man she loves in the clutches of a shadow. Zon knows that humans nor angels are allowed to kill, but she knows that a shadow can inflict psychological damage. In order to save him from nightmares and such, Zon decides to break the highest law of her angel code. She pierces the heart of her lover with a heavenly arrow. Zon knows the punishment that will follow. As she watches the soul of her lover be taken up to heaven, she finds herself returning to the earth as human. Because she, an angel, took the life of a mortal, the soul of this mortal is given to the one she serves; heaven. The soul is held there forever. Zon knows he will be able to bask in the light and love of heaven’s embrace for eternity.

As Zon whispers her farewell, she notices a cold grip around her body; one that drags her down into the depths below the earth. Never had she expected to know the sensation of death. It was then that she realized her time as angel and her time as human was at an end. Forever she stays below the earth; weeping with a broken halo.

So, question!

Would any of you like to see me write one of these and post it on my blog piece by piece? It might be a fun project to do. Let me know what your thoughts are. If the results are ‘Anything is fine’ I will consider Ballads of the Heavens myself.

Have a pleasant week, internet!