Moments

That’s your emotionally scarring story! –Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Not all moments are created equal

But that doesn’t mean

They didn’t happen

Because they did

What was joyful to one

Is destroying to another

What is full of peace

Can be full of war

Perspective gives more than you know

 

The Humility of a Queen

You don’t realize how strong you are until being strong is all you have left.


Quite the extraordinary person how stands by your side
Unless required, is willing to hide
Even as the shadows grow longer still
Esther was willing and patient at will
Now was the time to step toward the light, knowing her words would set the kind right

We, each of us, are queens in our own right.

Not Born Alone – Random Ramblings

We must all be alone right by each other. –from Spamalot

 

I’ve heard that people are alone no matter what they do. That they were born alone and that they will die alone.

But…

But that can’t be right…

When someone is born they have to at least have a mother with them, right?

Where else would they have come from in the first place?

Trust is a Funny Thing

“Forgiveness is not forgiveness if it is worked for. Forgiveness is a gift. Trust is worked for.” –Bramble, from The Most Unlikely of Times

Alex knew that he’d gone too far on this one, knew it from the very bottom of his soul, but at the same time he wasn’t sorry.

After all, finding out that the more than questionable venture that you’d begun funding several years prior to your ‘younger’ sister even discovering that there was a fertility problem and somehow causing her to become pregnant via complete override of her husband’s own genetic code (supposedly) and actually doing it on purpose were two completely different things.

The outcome was the same, though, and he would never be sorry whenever he looked into the dark blue eyes of his nephew.

Alex knew that Mary would find out. She always did whenever it came to this kind of thing.

And if by some miracle she didn’t find out, then Warren certainly would.

The two of them were really quite perfect for one another and Alex would forever be grateful that neither really had the head to manage a business or his little business empire would be in a great deal of trouble.

As it was, he was still in trouble, but it would only be against his own peace of mind as a part of a family rather than as a mogul of the economy.

Funny how he would rather it be the other at this point…

Losing the trust of his sister would likely put a strain on their relationship, and though they would try to not let it affect any relationship between him and his nephew, it would. Whether they wanted to or not, children always picked up on this kind of thing.

“Alex, stop looking like your life’s about to end just because it’s your turn to change Terry’s diaper.”

Make the Most – Serious Snippet

Make the most of the role you’ve been given because anyone can become the hero if they play it right. –Shin-bee, from Angel Cup by Jae-ho Youn

 

Sometimes he wondered if any of his former companions remembered the help he’d been and the blow it had caused when he’d Fallen.

Sometimes you’ve been the Hero so long that you’ve forgotten what it even means and so you must rediscover yourself in a completely different way.

And become the Villain in the process.

He’d lost who he was and all of the moves and actions he’d made had simply become reflexes that held little to no meaning to him.

So he’d Fallen.

And discovered far more than he’d ever wished about who he was and why he had done the things he’d done.

It was a pity that he could never go back.

Pencil of God

I am only a pencil in the Hand of God; He is the one who writes. –Mother Teresa

 

I was watching the movie made about Mother Teresa recently and found the above statement hit me profoundly. She could have used the tool pen instead of pencil. A pen’s ink lasts longer than a pencil’s lead as well as having the actual tool last longer as well. Pens are easier to repair and if they are made of truly wonderful materials they can last for centuries.

Pencils, on the other hand, don’t last quite so long, especially if they are used often. They wear down or break until they are gone and you can’t repair them.

But in a way the fleeting nature of this tool can have all the more to it because of what it can do in the amount of time it has.

Monetary

Money felt lonely to me.

 

“Why did you adopt her?”

Alex turned and looked at the boy that was his nephew if only on paper.

“You could have had anything, anyone that you wanted. You didn’t have to make her your sister in order to have her in your family. No one would have questioned you for any of it.”

The old man smiled at the much younger man in front of him, “I wanted to make sure that, in the very likely case of my death, the money would go to someone who wouldn’t appreciate it.”

Matt blinked, “What?”

“Your mother wasn’t ever very big on monetary things. She absolutely hated the fact that we lived in a mansion whenever we went to visit anywhere outside of the city. She wouldn’t appreciate anything that cost money from me, but she wouldn’t waste it either, so it had to go to her. The best way to do that without having someone take her to mediation was to adopt her as my sister.” The bald man smirked mischievously, “I toyed with the idea of making her my daughter, but Mary threatened to disappear whenever I entered a room if I did that.”

“So you made her your heir in the event that you had no children.”

Alex’s smirk dropped, “I had a son once. He died. I could have no others after him.”

Matt was silent for a moment, remembering the young man whose paternity had always been in question for some reason even though he had the same looks as his father. It had only been covered in history class because of the status of the father in the making of their country.

“Mary didn’t want money, what she wanted was family and I could understand that. Money never brought me any family, but your mother. For that alone, I would have her be my heir and through her, you and your brother.”