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A Personal Page

A Personal Page
A Personal Page
Sketch, A Personal Page

Branch has traveled far from Clarity, he finds himself in the great library of Crescent Bay.

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Branch flipped through a book. Torchlight burned bright in this corner of the library. Storming torchlight! In a library, crazy bastards over here in Crescent Bay. He banished the thoughts and focused again on the page he read.

‘A little over a year ago, I started a journey. One of chasing down the thing I wanted to do with my life. I started out grappling with the way to even do that, and what that even was.

I remember, I started out calling it ‘dream-chasing.’ That was what I was doing. Chasing it down, running through the obstacles of thought, and belief, and all the things that culminated into who I was. Though, that wasn’t even where it started. It wasn’t a board of things I wanted, or a list, or a life goal.

It was crushing despair that everything I wanted in life, I didn’t have. Everything I had ever done… Did … NOT … work. I had not become who I thought and saw myself as. Talk about a blow. Bam! It was my fault.

A Personal Page
Shot, A Personal Page

That was the moment, the pivot point. Stark and utter clarity, into the actual life representation I was. Well, I wasn’t particularly pleased. You see, I never realized that I grew the person I was. The characteristics, the poise, the adventure, the… all of it. I had given that away, piece by piece throughout a life. It’s the king, the boss, my teacher, the weather, my feet, I’m tired, angry. Everywhere but at my own feet did I place the production of my life.

It was like I woke up.

I opened my eyes and could see for the first time clearly.

My life was never the same. That was when I began, the first step, after thirty years I took the first real steps in my life.

I had found the secret, that I grew myself. Once I did that, I never turned back. Life grew before me, and what was behind, that was the very ground I walked from.’

-From the Annals of Lament

North Watchman of Rangforne Mountains

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"Our journey here, it changes us. We are here and alive." Born in New England, Adam West decides to undertake the perspective of a stunned-into-his-father's-loss adult to help other never-grown-ups face and deal with post-traumatic situations like divorce, separation, death, accidents, and the likes. That "we all wander the wonderings of life" is clear to many but we all lack the sunbeam born on his hat and the shadow of his pencil for "a moment of clarity, to wake up" is often a moment when the writer achieves to put you "on pause." Into the woods of Writer of Age, the obvious simplicity is not simple at all. Adventure yourself and enjoy!

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