Xaraphyne
09-19-2007, 02:15 PM
[[ Filora ]]
I haven't kept a diary since I was very young, still living on the farm... And for the life of me I can't remember what I used to write about. My adventures with my siblings. Wondering what Silvermoon was like? Secret hiding places and complaining about daily chores. That was my life as I was growing up.
I suppose I should introduce myself, as long as I am pretending like I'm writing these words to someone who wasn't already thought them. My name is Filora and I'm told I'm a free spirit.
Where my moral code came from, I have no idea. My parents are steady and strong people and all of my siblings have grown into fairly respectable and predictable lives. But even at a young age I hated having any rules or restrictions and never understood their necessity. I looked at my parents working from dawn until dusk to take care of their land and it always seemed to me that it was from lack of imagination. They were told that that was how they were supposed to live their lives, and never questioned it. And when I did, it simply made no sense to them, and they tried to mend my ways; but of course it never worked. I could never fit that mold.
But I can't even feel guilty about not meeting their expectations, or the expectations of my heritage or the world at large. I can't be anything besides myself, and there's no guilt in that.
It's funny how many people will stare at me in amazement when I make a statement like that.
I might write more later, I don't feel like it anymore.
I haven't kept a diary since I was very young, still living on the farm... And for the life of me I can't remember what I used to write about. My adventures with my siblings. Wondering what Silvermoon was like? Secret hiding places and complaining about daily chores. That was my life as I was growing up.
I suppose I should introduce myself, as long as I am pretending like I'm writing these words to someone who wasn't already thought them. My name is Filora and I'm told I'm a free spirit.
Where my moral code came from, I have no idea. My parents are steady and strong people and all of my siblings have grown into fairly respectable and predictable lives. But even at a young age I hated having any rules or restrictions and never understood their necessity. I looked at my parents working from dawn until dusk to take care of their land and it always seemed to me that it was from lack of imagination. They were told that that was how they were supposed to live their lives, and never questioned it. And when I did, it simply made no sense to them, and they tried to mend my ways; but of course it never worked. I could never fit that mold.
But I can't even feel guilty about not meeting their expectations, or the expectations of my heritage or the world at large. I can't be anything besides myself, and there's no guilt in that.
It's funny how many people will stare at me in amazement when I make a statement like that.
I might write more later, I don't feel like it anymore.