Become one with the sky. That's what he always says. Become nothing. As I was born nothing, I will die nothing. And I'm okay with that, honestly. The world has really taught me humility. I used to think I was so special - so... valuable. I was one of the greatest men in the world, because of my fancy name, and fancy house.
Become one with the dirt. He says that, too, before sitting down on the wet soil and shamelessly covering his eyes. He says it... he says it then; hear the chirping of the birds, hear the buzzing of the bees. Perhaps the same birds and bees taught me just how little my name really meant. My great uncle, so long ago, died before my eyes. In him set rot among the summer heat, and we stared upon the blanket concealing his degrading corpse while the soothing wind sailed past. While he died, the wind moved on, holding back at the hands of no one.
Nature is not held waiting by any man, only held back by their creations. I learned quickly that a man's creations - his legacy - matters far more than him, and I always wanted to leave something behind. I thought perhaps I was not the greatest politician, not fit to be the best Lord... I didn't want to marry a woman, after all, and nobility was so difficult if one did not always follow the rules. So, I became a doctor, and decided that was how I was going to make my mark.
Sabaissant Medical. I made the city's first -- and best -- hospital! I left behind a legacy. I practically invented some of the treatments I see today, and certainly the uses of many of their medicines. I became better than the men who'd written those great books they sold to me, and after a while, I had begun to write my own pages.
Become one with the ocean. I remember a somber look in his eyes as he said this, as if something terrible had happened to him whilst out at open sea. But I love the ocean, I always have. I was so happy to rule in Oxentide, so close to the shores. The Setting Sun Palace overlooked the seas beyond, with warm waters crashing into the bay from dawn until dusk. Being a Baron had been worth it if only for that one reason.
Yet, for some reason, it no longer fulfills me now as it once did. I wonder why that is.
I look upon the world before me, and I see... such vastness. I have never been content, sleeping among the vultures that I have, dwelling quietly in Rynmere's grand... bureaucracy. Perhaps my stubbornness was too much for me to handle, but I simply can't sit quietly and obey the orders of my vile mother and that conniving King.
Become one with the voice. Not just the voice I speak myself, no, but that of the whole world. I hear it now. Humming, singing. The cicadas, the blowing leaves, the swaying trees. I have never been able to meditate, because I always hear these distracting rhythmic things. And that's fine. He always said it was fine.
For my love of the world, I could never be the noble man that they wanted me to be. I love nature, I love exploration, I love change. I would rather live my life a barefoot monk, running across fields with an orphan boy at my back, than wearing the golden embroidered royal purple... the silks... listening to the choir sing songs of my family's great heroism in days past.
Become one with the dirt. He says that, too, before sitting down on the wet soil and shamelessly covering his eyes. He says it... he says it then; hear the chirping of the birds, hear the buzzing of the bees. Perhaps the same birds and bees taught me just how little my name really meant. My great uncle, so long ago, died before my eyes. In him set rot among the summer heat, and we stared upon the blanket concealing his degrading corpse while the soothing wind sailed past. While he died, the wind moved on, holding back at the hands of no one.
Nature is not held waiting by any man, only held back by their creations. I learned quickly that a man's creations - his legacy - matters far more than him, and I always wanted to leave something behind. I thought perhaps I was not the greatest politician, not fit to be the best Lord... I didn't want to marry a woman, after all, and nobility was so difficult if one did not always follow the rules. So, I became a doctor, and decided that was how I was going to make my mark.
Sabaissant Medical. I made the city's first -- and best -- hospital! I left behind a legacy. I practically invented some of the treatments I see today, and certainly the uses of many of their medicines. I became better than the men who'd written those great books they sold to me, and after a while, I had begun to write my own pages.
Become one with the ocean. I remember a somber look in his eyes as he said this, as if something terrible had happened to him whilst out at open sea. But I love the ocean, I always have. I was so happy to rule in Oxentide, so close to the shores. The Setting Sun Palace overlooked the seas beyond, with warm waters crashing into the bay from dawn until dusk. Being a Baron had been worth it if only for that one reason.
Yet, for some reason, it no longer fulfills me now as it once did. I wonder why that is.
I look upon the world before me, and I see... such vastness. I have never been content, sleeping among the vultures that I have, dwelling quietly in Rynmere's grand... bureaucracy. Perhaps my stubbornness was too much for me to handle, but I simply can't sit quietly and obey the orders of my vile mother and that conniving King.
Become one with the voice. Not just the voice I speak myself, no, but that of the whole world. I hear it now. Humming, singing. The cicadas, the blowing leaves, the swaying trees. I have never been able to meditate, because I always hear these distracting rhythmic things. And that's fine. He always said it was fine.
For my love of the world, I could never be the noble man that they wanted me to be. I love nature, I love exploration, I love change. I would rather live my life a barefoot monk, running across fields with an orphan boy at my back, than wearing the golden embroidered royal purple... the silks... listening to the choir sing songs of my family's great heroism in days past.
