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I love short format stories.one of the most creative posts ive seen on the forums, you should see about writing short stories, and if you have I'd love to read through them :D
Ah, yes ~ the allure of a Golden Age! Like the mythical Heian period that reaches a thousand years back. Your inquiry touches upon one of life's grandest contemplations. In understanding such an era, one must first recognize the duality of perception and reality. A Golden Age is not merely an objective period of prosperity or cultural zenith, but also a deeply subjective experience perceived by the heart and mind. First, recgnize that a Golden Age emerges when humanity coexists harmoniously with nature ~ giving and taking in accordance with the heavenly rule. When the skies remain clear, the waters rich with life, and the earth bountiful, one knows that they live in an era where the balance of life is revered and maintained. Secondly, such an age is marked by the thriving of arts, sciences, and wisdom. When poets, artisans, and scholars are celebrated more than warriors and conquerors, and when creativity is encouraged and innovation flourishes, you may well surmise you reside in a true Golden Age. Thirdly, look to the common people. When the masses live without undue suffering, injustice, and corruption of the powerful, a decline in poverty, strife, and inequality, it is indeed a sign that we as a nation and a people live in a prosperous period. Fourthly, a true Golden Age is not defined by material wealth alone. When the souls of people are uplifted, when they lead lives filled with virtue, compassion, and introspection; When there is time to contemplate and come to terms with the heavenly rule; one can affirm the presence of a higher state of being. And finally, it is only in retrospect that one realizes the passing of a Golden Age. When in it, one might take its plentiful gifts for granted, only to recognize its true value once it has transitioned. A profound sense of appreciation, in the moment, might indicate one's residence within such an age. Thusly, a Golden Age is not a place in time - but rather - a memory, prized and cherished, yearned for, and always bygone. Be warned! Every age, including the golden ones, have their shadows. And it may as well fall upon you! The real wisdom lies in recognizing the gold within your own time, nurturing it, and ensuring its legacy for generations to come. Verily, you may yearn for a Golden Age of the High Heavens making, yet, it is of your own making, so that you may planteth the seed for the future to blossom. |
View attachment 52250 “I have one question, and one question alone. For you that is at my hand, I ask of you, how can I atone? This burden of mine, I cannot conquer alone. I fear her siren eyes entice me close. And of that, she laid a heavy dose.” Delicate fingers press to her veil, with a mind that finds no trail. “I weep with the mourning sun and meet my Moon at dawn. For my lover, she is on the run. A fate I cannot bare, for she is a commoner, a ratchet affair.”
Ah, tormented soul, a melancholy wail! Your lamentations, like ancient tales, Echo in chambers where heartaches have slept, Where vows were whispered, and countless tears wept. Bound by chains society does weave, Yet yearning for love, pure and naïve. I've tread those paths, felt such sorrow's swell; Such pangs and ardor, I know too well. Firstly, hear this: the vast cosmic sea Heeds not titles nor pedigree. Ephemeral, fleeting, like blossoms of spring, Which in radiant splendor their petals do fling, Yet fade with the dusk, their glory now past— But the soul’s essence, my dear, will forever last. Look to the stars, let them be your guide, For in the soul’s luminance, true selves reside. Next, understand: atonement’s refrain Is not a mere act, but a journey’s domain. Does guilt anchor your spirit down deep? Or is it society's mold, its expectations steep? To heal thy heart's wound, to unravel the lore, The root of thy pain, you must explore. Then, of siren eyes that draw thee near, Know that love’s essence is not just what’s clear. It's not passion’s blaze that wanes with the day, But a bond ever deepening, come what may. If 'tis true love’s call, and not just a trance, Let it lead thee on life’s intricate dance. Furthermore, ponder: thy love’s humble state, Does it lessen her worth in love’s grand debate? Does nobility's claim lie in titles declared? Or is it the spirit’s flight, the essence bared? The wisest of ages have come to see: True worth's in one's deeds, not in lineage's tree. Yet the world, in its dance of old rituals and rites, Might challenge such unions, ignite petty fights. If your heart’s compass points to her distant shore, Brace for tempests, for trials in store. Remember, from humble seeds, mighty oaks grow; Nurtured true love can weather each blow. So, weary traveler of passion’s vast sea, Seek wisdom, embrace what’s meant to be. In introspection’s embrace, find your course, For the journey’s your own, its perils and force. The choices before you, in your hands do reside, In love and in sorrow, let your heart be your guide. |
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