A Blog off a Blog
"A tower, all that remained of a once great and beautiful city, now twisted and dark. Sometimes I find myself wondering if this is how Roland felt." --From Gaelin's Blog titled Ramblings in the Night
The books that he's referring to...fuck it, if you don't know, you don't deserve to know my thoughts on them.
When Roland was searching, I knew I was right there with him...but if was anybody besides him, it would have been the little boy, Jake. Mostly though, I could see best through Roland's eyes, the passion, the mania of trying so desperately to find only one thing...and not caring about anything along the way. Didn't care who died, or who he had to "drop" to get where he was going. Ended up becoming a multi-billionaire through strategic buying of property at the exact right place and "time", but that didn't matter, cuz he was a man obsessed with finding his tower.
And then there's the author, my "Maine" man, whose writing I have always loved because I've never been really sure if he was writing from imagination or experience...perhaps, like any writer, it's a little of both. But some things just hit a little too close to home for my liking to believe it was entirely fiction...some things he's written about from a "fiction" standpoint that I have actually done...and some things that I know can be done, but it doesn't mean I have actually done them...yet.
It's easy to dream big dreams when you're young...the older we get, the harder it gets to dream big...to live the James Dean motto...the Skid Row "18 and Life" mentality (which my friend Kevin will always embody to me...even though he's well past 18 now--perhaps that is another rant).
Youth is wasted on the young? Is it or no? It's easy to believe in things and most especially yourself, when you're young, cuz you have your whole life ahead of you. But what if you didn't? What if you knew when you were going to die? Would you live your life differently? Perhaps. But most of us don't know...some of should be dead already but aren't and still haven't changed the way they live (me? yep...I'm one of the latter). Instead we get older and we make another choice and another...and every choice we make eliminates an alternate path, a different choice. I've realized that if I want to do the great things I have planned, I need to get started on them while I still have a little bit of child-like dream-potential left. But how do you get there? That's always the issue isn't it? How do I get to the tower?
I already know what I must give up to get there...I'm just not sure if I want to let go...
"Ok, but you're not gonna let me fall again are you?"
"No, not this time." *But he's still not so sure*
The books that he's referring to...fuck it, if you don't know, you don't deserve to know my thoughts on them.
When Roland was searching, I knew I was right there with him...but if was anybody besides him, it would have been the little boy, Jake. Mostly though, I could see best through Roland's eyes, the passion, the mania of trying so desperately to find only one thing...and not caring about anything along the way. Didn't care who died, or who he had to "drop" to get where he was going. Ended up becoming a multi-billionaire through strategic buying of property at the exact right place and "time", but that didn't matter, cuz he was a man obsessed with finding his tower.
And then there's the author, my "Maine" man, whose writing I have always loved because I've never been really sure if he was writing from imagination or experience...perhaps, like any writer, it's a little of both. But some things just hit a little too close to home for my liking to believe it was entirely fiction...some things he's written about from a "fiction" standpoint that I have actually done...and some things that I know can be done, but it doesn't mean I have actually done them...yet.
It's easy to dream big dreams when you're young...the older we get, the harder it gets to dream big...to live the James Dean motto...the Skid Row "18 and Life" mentality (which my friend Kevin will always embody to me...even though he's well past 18 now--perhaps that is another rant).
Youth is wasted on the young? Is it or no? It's easy to believe in things and most especially yourself, when you're young, cuz you have your whole life ahead of you. But what if you didn't? What if you knew when you were going to die? Would you live your life differently? Perhaps. But most of us don't know...some of should be dead already but aren't and still haven't changed the way they live (me? yep...I'm one of the latter). Instead we get older and we make another choice and another...and every choice we make eliminates an alternate path, a different choice. I've realized that if I want to do the great things I have planned, I need to get started on them while I still have a little bit of child-like dream-potential left. But how do you get there? That's always the issue isn't it? How do I get to the tower?
I already know what I must give up to get there...I'm just not sure if I want to let go...
"Ok, but you're not gonna let me fall again are you?"
"No, not this time." *But he's still not so sure*
posted by AeroAangel at 21:02
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All I can say is... My journey is with you...
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