Recharge: Getting into Good Habits
The Monday blues can get you down, and with a busy work week followed by an insane attempt to cram all of the goofing off you wish you had done into a single weekend, the start of a new workweek can be unbearably challenging. We immediately see Friday as the next goal to reach, so that we can repeat the process over and over again.
I figure a good way of combating this fatigue is by oiling the creative gears and trying to do some content production. Better yet, I'll be holding myself to a schedule of sorts, so that I'm accountable for the things I produce (or don't produce) each Monday. This may prove to be a tough project, but I'll be keeping the subject pretty broad so that anything that strikes my fancy can make it's way here.
So with Recharge, I hope to make Mondays a little less taxing by showing that even the worst day of work week can be turned into something refreshing, and that whatever downtime we lost on the weekend can be made up with a little creativity.
So first, I'll share a new hobby of mine. It started with the realization that I missed out on the fan-fiction wagon while I was growing up, and as a result I missed out on some truly amazing and imaginative worlds that spawned from the hearts of their loving fans. Recently, I figured it would be fun to craft my own windows into the worlds that I love. I started with Final Fantasy IX, and now it's become a great way to "exercise" my writing.
The roses of may were in bloom on the day that I met you. Out of the mist you appeared, mischievous and bright with the light of hope unencumbered by such fragile things like authority and structure. Shackles of lies held me down, but you stole me away from the fire and the false jesters of truth.
My elusive and trustworthy bandit without a care in the world.
The mages in black heralded the darkness. The ice, the sky, and the torn earth all called out a nameless evil that remained entrenched in the very life blood of our world. At the center of it all stood an iridescent man riding atop a dragon white, his soul an empty hollow carved of grief and loneliness. Shaded under the eaves of the tree of life, the Sea God's howls were muffled, as the Dragon King let loose his fury upon my friends and loved ones. Not even the fortress of my heart, the silver titan of my country, could stop the might of the cold man and his dragon.
The eye of God was watching. The eye of God never forgot.
In a world so distant from mine, you, my chivalrous rogue, lost your way in a mire of doubt. It was my turn to save you from a hell wrought of your own mind, and to show you that you are not alone. A voice from the past would join yours and mine, and that melody of life became our anthem at the precipice of the world's end.
We are not alone. No man, mage, or Genome can ever be denied the gift of a right to live. We have a right to exist, and to nurture the bonds that outlast us all.