A Rare Breed
As I often find myself, I am trapped in a metal tube screaming higher than should be possible faster than should be possible to a place I have never been. I am caged in this metallic hollow arrow with nothing but Hemingway, music, and my thoughts. Thoughts that sometimes reflect on mental sojourns as my literary companion said “It was a ghastly show”. There are dark times in the past and will be moments of twilight to darkness no doubt in the future as well. I am old enough and have seen enough to know that not everything will be ok. There will be gnashing of teeth and rending of bone. I awoke from a dream with words in my mind, echos no doubt of other literary traveling companions or perhaps the ghost of many people who were but momentary companions on a road well worn with the feet of my kind.
“Here we stand quickly bleeding as if to ask is this enough or do you want more?”
There are those whose lives span a hundred years and they do not live more than a day. Then there are those of our kind who take every breath in a rarefied state of insatiable hunger for that life that others barely catch the scent of. Like wolves chasing a blooded prey in darkness through thick woods we salivate when a new chance carries in on the crisp wind. You feel it as much as you recognize the curves of your lover. You crave it when it is missing and chase it till your heart could explode. Your eyes are slivers of color as the possibility rips your pupils open absorbing any possible sighting of chance. Leaping over and around to catch anything that will keep you on the hunt without regard for the scratch’s and bruises. Those are but minor moments of fleeting sacrifice to the gods who curse you while showing favor. They long for the risk they can’t have as celestial beings. As mortality encases you in both vulnerabilities and tempts you with chances at immortality people will never know.
The rarity of breed found in your circle should reflect the predications of the life you wish to seize. Lesser men of little value often rise to lead and define the lives of those who failed to invest in the worth of their hearts. I have learned that men who bear listening to seldom do so above a whisper. The reaching of each beat of their heart seizes crimson and forces it to sustain them for actions that unknown to most reverberate across the world. Even now in prose such written words are ill suited to describe those of this caliber I have been fortunate to share fire and water with. If you want to see who you are look around and see who you surround yourself with. Men of measure do not need to tell their stories because those around them show the caliber of the life they lead. Their achievements stand for themselves without the need to be associated by name.
In our community we seek to embolden the individual to chase their path into the darkness without hope of survival or return. Any worthy endeavor of your life will lead to your end as much as a waste of breath in other men. If the road is hard then get harder, if there is water between you and your objective learn to swim, if there is air then it is time to learn to fly and that is how you will go forth. When others decide their life is not worth struggle or blood they will yield and move to settle for less. Those of a rare breed see no other path except theirs and move to it without hesitation or remorse. The answer to if you are of that stature is something you will earn with every breath and give anything to maintain. Once you have tasted the hunt there can be nothing less.
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