The Amazing Adventures of Lunimous Lucid, The Scropulous Joyful Jester

Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Ringtale Notes....IX

In Like A Madman Out Like A Lover.

My Dear Butterfingers,

I thought I should write to you, lest I be seen as ignorant of your current turmoil. It saddens me that you and the first lady have decided to part ways, romantically so. I believe I've never failed to make my admiration of what you guys had known, so beautiful, so exciting and nostalgic at the same time. Resembling both something from the old and something from the new.

They've always said that love is timeless, but I guess that when time catches up all things come to a halt. I remember 4 years ago when  you first confessed that there's a damsel you've fallen for. The mad rush of excitement and anticipation of what could be. I'll forever remember those young days in your new found love, even the songs we sang that night "Beautiful woman" and "it's a rollercoaster" all spontaneous from a place where love resided. And I guess we were all taken on rollercoaster ride of emotions by those pretty ladies. All the time spent with them only proved to solidify what we felt. Like fools we rushed in, we gave ourselves over to love, mine didn't last long, yours survived for 4 years. When I let the comrade go, it was for love's sake, and as much as it was painful, it was the best thing for both of us. When you let the first lady go, it was for peace's sake, her peace of mind as well as you own peace of mind. Which I think it's the best thing for you both, and I know it must hurt, but that's how it always is when you truly loved someone.

My dear Butterfingers, love turned us into madman and then took us on a ride, drawing us in, into her bosom. But I don't regret all the time invested and the heart poured into it even if it didn't work, cause at the end we came out as a lover. Knowing what it means to love someone and have them love you back, nothing comes close to it. We were created to love and to be loved, and it's only Author who created us who know our perfect fit. So I have now inclined to waiting at the library of God's wisdom, that when I met meet a her, I may open my heart and let hers speak to mine, saying "where have you've? I've been waiting here, forever."

Stay strong Butterfingers, love is an amazing journey, and like any journey, there are bumps in the road.


Yours Affectionate Brother In Arms,

Ringtale, Still The Guy Who Plays A Certain Instrument.

Fleeting Memory

Life always has the tendency to try and make us forgetful of the things that really matters in the greater spectacle of time. Some old friendships are forgotten, some experiences that have made us who we are today lie dormant in the scraps of our memories, and the lessons learned become ancient knowledge. It is not a lie that we always try and better ourselves cause most of us, if not all, feel we were meant for something greater that what our lives offer. But I believe it is a lie when we think that our ceaseless pursuit of consumption, whether it be knowledge, wealth or pleasure itself, will ultimately lead us into a place satisfaction. Most people who have reached the top, in terms of success according to the human interpretation of the word, they will tell that once you reach the top you'll find there's nothing there. And it's true, I mean if you look at the life of our beloved celebrities, it leaves nothing to be desired, cause in life meaninglessness doesn't come from being weary of pain, but meaninglessness comes from being weary of pleasure. Just when you thought you've found something that would ultimately satisfy you, you find that it actually leaves you even more empty. And all our effort of consumption become a fleeting memory, epic fails we want to quickly forget.

Now in trying to figure out what drives us to such futile exercises, I wrote the following entry;

"So when they hent him by the hand and trust him out, I took a lute and sang over again the songs of my own composing which the damsel had sung. A mistress in distress who just lost her love, now obliviously a fleeting memory in the underbelly of everyday dementia of the young and restless. Stoke about finding utopia in the senseless. They said YOLO, so you can live life like the demented, in the nostalgic dreams of the perverted. The old folks talk about the times, while we're trying to finding flimsy lifestyles, getting dribbled by nipples, then blame the past times for leaving moral cripples. The fast life told beauty to lie in the eyes of the beholder, with hearts so stone cold, insinuating the human heart become colder. In all, distressed damsels forsake true love for jilly jollying with lustful minds cause they mixit. Shunning the bread of life and giving Him a cold shoulder. The death of reason buried the truth in our hearts and cause our eyes not to see the light when it rose..."

If I may add again, what we normally think will bring us a satisfying end usually leaves us more empty. Therefore, I keep asking myself, why am I trying to live up to such standards that provide no end to my toiling? So since there's one undeniable fact about life is that at the end we're all dead. And at that point what matters the most is what you leave behind. Will my legacy be that of another passing soul without purpose or use? Just a lonely traveler only alive in fading memories. Or would it mean something to those I would leave behind? But even then every journey of self discovery starts with a single step, as we paint our mark in wider canvass which ahs a meaning far more important than our own. I too, am tempted to selfish at times, to think for number one, to think for the now,

But...

One day we will be old and we'll think about the stories we could have told.

Keep Thinking!
Sources: The Memoirs of Euclid, The Wordsmith