Post by Sanbu on Sept 17, 2020 3:50:37 GMT -6
Fishing for Nothing
Sanbu's PL: 144'000
Steps taken and steps not, there was no true path to be had in anything if something at all. One merely had choices in a field of uncertainty, no decision more meritable than the last. When the world seemed to collapse on itself the burdens of thoughts long forgotten came back. It was hard not to be contemplative on a day like this one, the stillness the ease. Nature it's unfiltered state often seemed so suspenseful. Filled now with the bustling life of a given town or city, quiet just because it was so. The Majin found himself along the shore, both rocky and coarse. It was no walk through any park but he admired the scenery regardless. Eyes staring at the ocean endlessly as he looked with perpetual fascination at the endless blue expanse.
Haunting, the feeling of being alone and with one's self only. There was no one to talk to, neither anything to be seen. It was merely just a day like any other as he sat along the shore side. Within this simplicity he found a unique kind of tranquility not often enjoyed. What was he to do on a day like this? He had to ask his own self just what did what he want to get out of life or the day rather? <Better take every day as it comes, tomorrow is just a maybe.> He thought to himself, giving such mental explorations true consideration. After doing suffice thinking he would actually begin to do what he had long intended for some time now. Fishing rod on his back he would cast out his line and began to fish. Or rather, begin to wait until he hopefully got a bite from something.
On a hot summer's day in the Southern Tropics, he did not know what to make of things. It had been some time since he took to such mental pursuits, mind having grown dull after having taken to long meditation in incredibly isolated regions. The time for such needless rest was no more. There was a method to being still, one did not just sit without reason. As active as he was in combat, he needed to be equally active in his thoughts. Purposefully being purposeless instead of looking for false meaning that might have no been there to begin with. As the sun came to set upon the day once more he would begin to truly dive into these thoughts and feelings. Opting to get a sense of himself in conditions contrary to that which he was used to.
Haunting, the feeling of being alone and with one's self only. There was no one to talk to, neither anything to be seen. It was merely just a day like any other as he sat along the shore side. Within this simplicity he found a unique kind of tranquility not often enjoyed. What was he to do on a day like this? He had to ask his own self just what did what he want to get out of life or the day rather? <Better take every day as it comes, tomorrow is just a maybe.> He thought to himself, giving such mental explorations true consideration. After doing suffice thinking he would actually begin to do what he had long intended for some time now. Fishing rod on his back he would cast out his line and began to fish. Or rather, begin to wait until he hopefully got a bite from something.
On a hot summer's day in the Southern Tropics, he did not know what to make of things. It had been some time since he took to such mental pursuits, mind having grown dull after having taken to long meditation in incredibly isolated regions. The time for such needless rest was no more. There was a method to being still, one did not just sit without reason. As active as he was in combat, he needed to be equally active in his thoughts. Purposefully being purposeless instead of looking for false meaning that might have no been there to begin with. As the sun came to set upon the day once more he would begin to truly dive into these thoughts and feelings. Opting to get a sense of himself in conditions contrary to that which he was used to.
TAGS: Violin
Additional Note:
Additional Note:
Waiting for Violin to respond before anyone else can join. After which it's truly "open."
