General Comfort
Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 8:45 am
You did your best, but not always. You made hard choices, sometimes on-time, sometimes the right ones, mostly none of the above.
Your community is not the way you recognize it. Not the way you remember it. Not the way you wanted it to be.
The only things that are left here now are the ones who weren't bright enough, fast enough, or adventurous enough to leave, and the refuse and waste that comes with them, or was left behind.
It wasn't always true. There was a time where this street had some life and potential. Of course, all things change with time, and time has passed here.
For this guy, it has been 15 long years.
And a lot has changed. There are precious few adventures to be had anymore, where the sights, the means, and the people never really seem to change. Mostly, they have what all people left behind have. Boundless anger.
Anger that you share. You've been angry before. It's always been there when things have been taken from you, where you've felt alone and watched a struggle you could not take part in change the things in your life.
This is an exaggeration. TorilMUD is a game, not a home. The players are jerks, not family. The staff is absent, not loving aunts and uncles.
There is nothing wrong with coming to love with something that was easy going, hard earned, and found lost.
We made real friends. We lost true companions. Once in a while we had true adventures. We've gotten close, drifted apart, watched the stars pass overhead, wondered in awe, trembled with anticipation, and felt the true gratification of release.
Some of us found love. Others heartbreak.
Nights come and go.
Among us there are sojourners. They are those among us who stay never for long. Ships that pass in the fog, times that never come back, leaves that blow away every fall.
We are the wanderers. The empty ones that left their hearts behind somewhere, maybe here, maybe with you.
Know always in your heart that they are always coming back to you. Coming back for you. You will never have to walk always alone.
Your community is not the way you recognize it. Not the way you remember it. Not the way you wanted it to be.
The only things that are left here now are the ones who weren't bright enough, fast enough, or adventurous enough to leave, and the refuse and waste that comes with them, or was left behind.
It wasn't always true. There was a time where this street had some life and potential. Of course, all things change with time, and time has passed here.
For this guy, it has been 15 long years.
And a lot has changed. There are precious few adventures to be had anymore, where the sights, the means, and the people never really seem to change. Mostly, they have what all people left behind have. Boundless anger.
Anger that you share. You've been angry before. It's always been there when things have been taken from you, where you've felt alone and watched a struggle you could not take part in change the things in your life.
This is an exaggeration. TorilMUD is a game, not a home. The players are jerks, not family. The staff is absent, not loving aunts and uncles.
There is nothing wrong with coming to love with something that was easy going, hard earned, and found lost.
We made real friends. We lost true companions. Once in a while we had true adventures. We've gotten close, drifted apart, watched the stars pass overhead, wondered in awe, trembled with anticipation, and felt the true gratification of release.
Some of us found love. Others heartbreak.
Nights come and go.
Among us there are sojourners. They are those among us who stay never for long. Ships that pass in the fog, times that never come back, leaves that blow away every fall.
We are the wanderers. The empty ones that left their hearts behind somewhere, maybe here, maybe with you.
Know always in your heart that they are always coming back to you. Coming back for you. You will never have to walk always alone.