As I lay awake at midnight on the eve of this week’s Music Monday!, I am reminded of a time in which I was feral in nature. When I was a young(er) man, I was truly a wild spirit. I remember all the trouble I would get into, all the times I was seen as a mischief, an outcast in school and also in my environment. During this time of rediscovery, I’ve come to remember who I was before I let society dictate my actions, thoughts, and emotions.
With that aside, I would like to say that this track is what inspires me to write certain scenes in my work-in-progress book: “Arkanim: Tales of the Fated Souls.” As usual, I would recommend listening to the following track with some headphones on; you can really hear all of the instruments playing throughout the track : (Click me to listen to the soundtrack!)
The intense; almost ritualistic nature of this track, never fails to induce me into a state of deep-like concentration. The chanting of the men and women in this particular track, gives me the sense that they are a part of the same village; the same tribe.
I imagine a foreign land within the world I created in my mind long ago. I imagine the native peoples of this floating landmass; I can hear the ancient cries of ceremonial hunting; of cultural dances and moves only known to these people.
The huge floating landmass is known as Inur-Urksa. The people; known as Urksinians. They are a proud people, a stoic and determined type as well. There is a competitive nature to their existence; unlike the civilizations belonging to the other three terra-bound landmasses of this world.
These people wield that of a brave-heart. They are cunning, tactical, and calculating. Their cultural norms are similar to those of our own Earth’s early human history. Stained with mystery, and marred by unknown fates; the Urksinian people are formidable fighters who have learned to maneuver their body movements with extraordinary ease.
With my storytelling put aside for now; I want to open up a little more to you. I want to be more honest with you.
I never melded well with others whom I didn’t get along with. In that regard, I would always ignore people I never liked. I believe this trait of mine stems from the neglect I received as a child. You see, I was raised in a single-parent household with only an older brother to look after me since my mother worked overtime at her work at a home-loan corporate office. (Perhaps the name Country-Wide Home Loans rings a bell in some people’s ears). Well, that’s the place my mom worked at for 10 years before it went out of business in 2008 during America’s economic recession (more like long-term economic depression, if you ask me).
Anyways, before my step-dad came into the picture; I was an untamed soul bouncing-of-the-wall with energy. My mom always told me I was filled with too much energy. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe I’ve slowly begun to get that energy back.
However, with that said, when my step-dad entered the picture, he helped me stay grounded and also helped me immensely with understanding my role as a man in society.
My step-dad is awesome, and I only grew up thanks to him. I still have a lot of “growing up” to do, but I might as well be honest with you all, and let you know I’ll always be a kid at heart.
I’m wild. I love the thrill of being my own person and seeing the reaction of those who may oppose me. I’ve come to realize that honesty in society is a bad thing. No one likes honesty; especially when it uncovers secrets that someone may not like being uncovered.
I’m a lot of things, but the one thing I refuse to be is a phony. Even if I tried, I get the feeling it would be quite apparent how bad I am at “faking” who I am around people I either like, or dislike.
Life has a funny way of providing us humans a way of expressing ourselves in the most unconventional ways imaginable. Writing, in all of its forms, is probably my favorite though; and for more reasons then I can keep count of.
Writing flows, it harnesses one’s energy and creates new life. It creates worlds unseen, people unheard of. It sets the stage for a battleground, a war; unknown. In the end though; even if writing is seen as “fictitious”, the one truth that remains is the fact that writing holds a mirror to our current reality; to our otherwise distorted society.
It reflects the current morals lacking, and also, how backwards we’ve come as a collective people. It reminds us that the future doesn’t always correlate with “progress”. You see, progress is hard-earned; not something easily acquired without trial and error.
As long as we live in a cultural and society of deep-rooted denial and lies; we will never progress any further than we once have before.
Forever in Your Debt,