scare's blog: "Thorin's Wicked Jester"

To the weak, trials and tribulations are roadblocks. To the strong, they are gateways. The coward who is too afraid to step up and face adversity will never know the taste of victory. To gain victory, you have to first clinch your fist and fight for it. At first you will fail.Many times you will fail. But until you fully quit, you will never completely lose.Failure is often the fuel needed to succeed, the inspiration to try harder. Failure is life's way of saying,"Not tough enough, yet,""Not smart enough, yet"" Not fast enough, yet."

The strong will turn failure into angry inspiration. The will use it to signal their resignation. Everything in life settles proportionately to the persons will. Will is what drives the strong ahead. Will is what seperates the men from the boys; the doers from the takers. Will is what makes people like me think. Will is what makes me an unstoppable force.Will is what drives me to accomplish anything and everything that i set out to do.

You have to earn success. You have to view the problems in life not as walls, but as tall steps. You have to view difficulties as oppertunities to grow stronger. I say bring the pain; bring the challenge. Let adversity rain down on man like a shower of daggers. Let the weak become smothered by them. Let tha charging warriors knock them away like tin toys.

Relying on hope and faith to fix a problem is a passive trait. The strong do not put their fate in the hands of others; they get off their asses and make it happen. To the victors go the spoils. The cowards recieve only pain. They deserve to have sand kicked in their faces because they crawl like worms. A coward will always eat dirt until he decides to rise and stand.

RISE! RISE! RISE! Rise above the bullshit of life and seize the objects of your desire. If you want success then stand up like a man and make it. Apply pressure to the cowardly mold and break it. Do not be intimidated by tall mountain peaks; climb the steps of adversity and fucking take it!

Cursed is he who does not stand up for himself, for he will become trodden

Cursed is he who follows the crowd, ffor he will end up nowhere

Cursed is he who does not seek self-improvement, for he will remain weak

Cursed is he who lives a lie, for he will know self-hatred

Cursed is he who lives in the past, for he will stifle his future

Cursed is he who talks behind his friends backs, for he will know only their shadows

Cursed is he who puts his job before his family, for his success will become his failure

Cursed is he who is unappriciative, for he will forfeit future gifts

Cursed is he who talks only of himself, for he will much time alone

Cursed is he who cannot accept difference, for his outlook will eclipse his vision

Cursed is he who accepts false guilt, for he will be putty in the hands of manipulators

Cursed is he who cannnot stomach opposition, for his spine will soften

Cursed is he who bases his career on pay alone, for he will never become wealthy

Cursed is he who fears rejection, for he will always wonder what could have been

Cursed is he who cannot take honest criticism,for he will never improve

Cursed is he who constantly boats, for his insecurities will become evident to all

Cursed is he who forces his veiws on others, for his intolerance will eventually blind him

Cursed is he who cannot overlook small flaws in others, for this will become his biggest flaw

Cursed is he who becomes self-absored, for he will know isolation

Cursed is he who dwells on past misfortunes, for he will deflect his future blessings

Cursed is he who is dishonest, for he will eventually shortchanged himself

Cursed is he who takes more than he gives, for he will become a parasite

Cursed is he who gives without limit, for he will become a host

Cursed is he who conforms to the will of the majority, for he will destroy his essence

Cursed is he who does not learn the art of balance, for he will never know peace

The noble warrior is not a pacifist, nor a tyrant; he is the one that weilds the blade that acts as a scaloe balancing both. He does not love indiscriminately, nor does he hate indiscriminately. He does not look through a single eye of compassion, nor a single eye of punishment. He uses both and views the world through the clear eyes of justice.

 Two spirits rage inside my chest, one whiter than ivory, the other darker than pitch. They battle for supremacy, but I have learned to embrace them both. I am a collective fragment of all things arcane. I am evolved, yet still evolving. I am fair, but also vendictive and unremorseful. I am not good or evil; I am what lies beyond both.

I am a complete patchwork whole. I am a glass mosaic, and I absorb and reflect as if comprised of a million prismatic shards spinning in a buoyant twilight. I am one who recognizes mankind for what it truly is: a paradox. Unlike others, i do not attempt to suppress one side of nature's dichotic will. For no man can be solely a sinner or solely a saint, for ultimately he is both.

I am a dark prophet of light.The one who alternates stitches between alpha and omega. I can walk along the fringes of heaven and meander the fiery shoal. I can do this unscathed, because I am truly whole.

Just because your life starts with the shitiest trailer in the park, alcoholic aunts, pedophiliac uncles, uncaring parents, junkie sisters, or brothers in prison doesn't mean that it has to end that way. REMEMBER,  your dreams only need the support of one person: YOURSELF.

No matter how bad, how tough, or how ugly your cacoon may be, never give up...