Friday, November 20, 2009
Having contemplated many things on the nature of writing and penning one’s thoughts into an online medium, I’ve come to the conclusion that it would be better for me to simply talk to someone or punch something instead whenever I feel strong emotions. This has been an interesting experiment in finding the many pieces that make up the puzzle that I am, and I am happy to say I have a more complete picture than I used to. I will be writing again, for sure, but it will be less whimsical, and perhaps more substantive next time. Till then, this is the Legion, signing off. Remember to turn off the lights 🙂
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Here’s hoping yours come true,
And that you always keep love new.
For alas, too easy to rue,
A broken heart, when a smile seeks you.
Happy Valentine’s Day from the Gang.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
For a long while I wondered why my life seemed so uninspired sometimes, so much in a daze as I whiled away the time with little and large addictions, caught up in the moment of details that were ultimately insignificant. And it dawned on me this year. The reason why I was approaching life with such unenthusiasm was because I did not view it like my loves: games. Living life as a game probably has very different meanings to me than to you. You see, when in a game I am aware of everything that goes on, I throw myself into it, I obsessively want to improve, want to win. And with the mindset that life is but a game we all play, I find myself…
Life: The Ultimate Game. Best graphics ever, huge MMORPG, no subscription fees ever! Play it now.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
V: Who are you?
E: I am my friends and my family, my relationships with other people. I am the company I keep.
A: I am a level 70 warlock in World of Warcraft, a fisherman in a virtual game, a tailor and enchanter.
L: I am looking for myself in the mirror and on paper, in music and on TV.
V: But that is what you do, now tell me who you are!
E: I am loud, proud, happy go lucky and full of comedy 😀
A: I am quiet, and usually keep to those who do the same things I do.
L: I am a listener, although I don’t remember things very well.
V: But that is how you act! But who are you!
E: Your mom.
A: *continues playing WoW*
L: .. are you hinting at something?
V: The question of who you are does not fall into categories easily defined like what your hobbies are, how you act, your job or quirks. Although they may make you a little more ‘unique’ in a loose sense of the word, having someone who looked and did the exact same things as you; who even spoke in the same way and liked the same things you do, does not make them you. What is it in you that makes you a unique snowflake?
L: You could say it was a soul.
V: Ah yes, but what is the soul if not the name given by man to all of the attributes I just described above?
L: A soul is something you could say we have, because we are self-aware. An animal has no sense of self, only instinctual preservation. The soul of a man is his painfully obvious awareness of his own individuality, and difference from others. A baby has no sense of self, at first. They think they are extensions of their mothers, and act accordingly. As they grow older, they begin to understand the beginnings of self-awareness, usually sparked by a fight over a toy. Ownership, or selfishness, lets us be aware that we want things for ourselves.
V: Are you saying babies are soulless?