I want to be an adventurer.
Plain and simple, isn’t it? But what does it really mean to be an adventurer? Is it the way people are fearless in the face of any obstacle, ready to draw their swords and take on the day with a hearty “Yo ho”? It does give you that “Indiana Jones” feeling, doesn’t it? The way people can go anywhere, see danger, and really just make something incredible out of it. But that’s obviously not the only thing that makes an adventurer that, right? You’ve all read my musings before; there’s always more to it than that.
So maybe it’s in the way people never stop thinking about how amazing and wonderful everything really is; I mean, have you really considered just how awe inspiring it is that I’m sitting on a secondhand couch in a dingy college apartment, typing away at a keyboard that needs to be cleaned about these random thoughts that go through my head? And that somehow, those keystrokes are sending electrical signals to the program inside of my laptop, which registers them as individual components, then condenses them, and sends them wirelessly to the internet, where everything can be read by anyone else with an internet connection? Right now, you’re sitting at home, or on the bus, reading this from another electronic device that can see so many wonderful things.
I think it’s also in the way an adventurer isn’t just one type of person; gods no, they’re made up of countless people. The dreamers who want more, the scholars who want to learn, the professors who want to teach, the writer who wants material, the Doctor who wants to save a life! Oh, and that’s not just the only one. There’s the rouge who wants somewhere to hide and run, and the soldier who protects his brothers and troops. We have the children who just want a little fun, and we have the Saint who just wants to do a little good in the world before he passes on.
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to be an adventurer. Because if I could ever be counted among any of those people… it really would be a dream come true.
Everyone can be an adventurer. I hope people realize that. I hope that people who look outside the window and don’t see mountains or buildings, but instead see that there are things beyondthose buildings and mountains, realize that they always have that potential for adventure. That very thought is one of the reasons I am glad to be alive. Whenever times are tough, or just seem impossible to overcome, that thought is what keeps me going.
Because I want to be an adventurer. I want to be a soldier, a doctor, a saint, a writer, a scholar, a professor… a Traveler, even.
And I hope you remember that you are all of those things. That you are, already, an adventurer.
hansolo010 asked: In our lives most people seem to always be worried and yet as I think about my life I know the hardships ahead and yet all I think about is the possible outcomes. I have been called a vulcan and uncaring by a lot So I wonder how do you look sy issues
Sorry about the long wait for this one, but I figured it deserved an honest answer.
Worry is something I do a lot. I mean, I’m an entertainer by nature. If people aren’t happy, I gotta do somethin’ to take their minds off their problems. I worry about myself, and how I’m gonna find a way to push on to the next day; I can’t stop now, people might need me in the future. I might want to do something fun, but I have no idea how to get to it.
Thing is, brother, it’s impossible to see all those possible outcomes. It’s impossible to know the hardships; see, what I’ve learned about hardships is that they’re hard… because we weren’t prepared for them. We have to really adapt to the sudden change that was tossed in front of us, get ready to fight in an ambush. If we knew everything that could happen, we’d know what hardships to choose. We have some control over that, I suppose, in knowing what cards we hold ourselves.
But what about everyone else’s cards? We can’t see them, so we have to look at how those other people play their own hand. Do we be open and honest, showing them what we hold? Or do we play it safe, secret, and keep the bets low? Yeah, we can approach it with logic and a bit of a cold edge; but where’s the fun in that? Where’s the life, where’s the point of it?
I know logic is good. I have to use it a lot myself, but that’s the wonderful thing about the human race: we are anything but logical. We are emotional creatures; if we see a child crying, logic says we don’t have to go to them. We can walk by them without a second thought. But our emotions make us do something illogical, in the way we try to help them, or even silence them because of our own guilt. Even the ones who see it as annoying respond by plugging their ears.
Use logic, please, by all means. Some people need to have someone with a good head on their shoulders so that they don’t get out of balance. They need someone to try and see all the outcomes… but those logical people need to be reminded that sometimes we need heart, too.
Don’t forget about the journey, or else that outcome won’t be as satisfying as it could be.
Candlelight’s 1,400 follower giveaway!!
I haven’t done a giveaway since I hit 1,000 big ones, so it’s time for another!
RULES/THINGS TO KNOW:
1. All the prizes for this giveaway will be anthro. This means horses with boobs and hips and etc. If you don’t like it, then you probably shouldn’t enter the giveaway, you dig?
2. You have to be following me. This should be obvious, yo!
3. To enter, you’ll have to reblog this post, and tell me your favorite/happiest memory. I like hearing about happy things.
Also, please have a reference somewhere on your page!!!
4. There will be 5 winners!
5. You can rebloob as much as you want, but try not to spam, okay?
This whole shindig will end December 7th, in one week.
Happiest memory, huh? I can do that.
Not sure which one I can pick though. If I’m gonna be honest, it’s probably going to have to be when I first played Super Mario Galaxy’s Gusty Garden Level. That doesn’t sound like much, I know, but level with me for a sec.
I have been a longstanding fan of the Super Mario franchise. Super Mario 64 was one of the first games I played and completed, Super Mario World was the first game I ever played with someone else, and Super Mario Sunshine was a game that I would play whenever I had a tough day at school. The NES Super Mario games were instrumental in showing me that classic games are still something that we can’t ever forget, and gave me some good memories where I would play them with friends.
Jump back a little bit to when I was six: My mom had died, and I was trying to adjust to my Dad’s current girlfriend. I didn’t like her, or her daughter, as they just… weren’t caring enough. So when I figured out I couldn’t really play games with friends as much as I wanted, I was given Paper Mario; that’s where I eventually took comfort. The music, the story, the way it was pure and simple Mario. I had fun with those games.
Let’s jump to the final part, now. Super Mario Galaxy. I was borrowing that game from my cousin, and loving every single minute of it. It didn’t really hit me until I got to the level, Gusty Garden Galaxy. I realized how much Mario games had shaped who I was today, and how they’d always given me something to smile about in my childhood. Just hearing that music, the way it has that sense of adventure and magic and awe to it… I really started tearing up. It gave me that feeling that no matter what happens, I’m always gonna be that gamer at heart, the one who wants adventure and a way to save the day.
That’s why I think that’s my happiest memory; hearing that theme song just reminds me of everything I’ve been through in my life, and how much life really has to offer.
((As for the ‘reference’, if this gets chosen, just do a fun little random pony based around the question-mark icon I’ve got.))
maximum volleyball warfare
angry zombie detective
im so happy
or am i angry
i dont even know anymore
Forbidden Unicorn Showdown.
Can I just say how many images of Ninja Ponies that were trained by Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan pop into my head? Because that is the most badass name I could have hopped for.
Why don’t people ask questions?
I don’t mean for a blog or anything like that (though it’d be nice to get a prompt outside of my own scatter-brained ramblings). I mean… why don’t people question things any more? Everyone’s just ready to take things at face value without a second thought.
Why? Is it because we have it in our heads that we won’t have to use the answer later on in life? What happened to curiosity, what happened to asking someone why they do what they do? Without people questioning things, we can’t find any good answers. We can’t find any answers at all.
In the same breath though… do we really need all the answers? Sometimes people delve into a mystery too much and take away the wonder of it. Science and Religion have given us all of these fantastic and miraculous answers to all of life’s mysteries. There’s some kind of explanation for it all.
But what about the wonder of it? What happened to when we were kids, looking up at the starry sky and saying “Wow”? Maybe it’s not the answer that’s the problem… it’s the fact that we don’t appreciate the wonder in the answer. I mean, I think it’s incredible that a system of numbers and letters typed away at a precise pattern into an incredibly thin piece of plastic can let people from all over the world share their thoughts. Really, it’s amazing that we have things like that. It’s incredibly mind-shattering and jaw-dropping when you realize that there is something like that.
Why don’t we wonder about those little miracles every now and then? We don’t have to outright fall in love with the way a blade of grass grows (because that makes us sound like loonies!); but once in a while, maybe just… stop to think about it.
Bubble’s sort of almost kinda contest?
There was a huge majority (every single person who voted) of people who wanted to do the adventure into the Everfree Forest! So… that’s whats gonna happen. I need one of each type of pony, and one of another type so they can be included as well. This extra type be a deer or a gryphon or an alicorn or whatever. They will be chibified when they are with bubble in the forest.
The story that forms while they are traveling will depend very heavily on the questions I get from followers and the reactions from the included ponies. Therefore, the ones that are included will need to be able to send asks that are related to the story to be able to remain in it. If you are a canon character, that is fine you can be in it as well c:
- Reblogs count as entries, Likes only count if you had reblogged.
- You must reblog with the type of pony you wish to have adventure with bubble. That includes, Earth pony, Unicorn, Pegasus, and Other. This is important. Thats why its bolded. If you reblog it and you are chosen, but do not have the type in the post, I will choose again.
- No whining if you don’t win :c Please.
- If you do win, I will need to be able to be contacted while this little event is going on c: I might even make a skype group if all parties are okay with it so we can keep in contact.
- This ends sometime Friday or Saturday, depending on the time I cam stream, and I will stream the finished drawing above with the ponies that are included.
- This is only for my followers, but if you would rather reblog elsewhere, please indicate it in the reblog who you are so I don’t skip over you on accident c:
- No reblog blogs :C! thank you.
- Have fun reblogging :D I’m super excited for this and I hope you are too!
Things like drawing responses are not required. I just need there to be a ref of your pony and a small description of how they would react to getting lost in a forest with bubble. You can also forfeit your win to a friend if you suddenly realize you don’t wish to participate c: so long as they follow me.
:D Yeah, there ya go. I’ll reblog this every day as a reminder to those who wish to participate. If you have no desire to see this post on your dash, it will be tagged as “AdventureBubbleTime”
c: Yeah <3 Enjoy.
Earth Pony! Who cares about low odds, the thrill of the dice is calling to me!
Edit: OH SNAP! I forgot the ref and small description! Okay, sorry. Right, okay.
Rabble Rouser’s his name. He’s the kind of pony who’s used to getting in scraps and fights, and would treat getting lost in a forest like it was an adventure. He’s the adventure pony, in a way. Hot-headed to a fault, though. And more street-wise than book-smart.
CONTEST TIME~! Because followers thing and I wasn’t prepared for this~!
So here is how we’re going to do this~!
A like is one point~!A Reblog is another point~!
There will be three Winners~!
First Place gets a picture with shading and a backround with a character~!
Second Place gets a chibi with a background~!
Third Place gets a sketch~!
The contest shall end November 15th~!
Thank you so much for following and I hope you enjoy what I have to offer in the future~! (planning a story arch~)
FOR GREAT GLORY!
Contradictions are baffling. There really is no other way of putting it. We accept them for what they are, because a lot of us can’t really understand or explain them. They’re so damn complicated that we can’t even begin to sum it up. But at the same time, they don’t need to be explained. We know the differences between them, and at the same time, we can actually accept and appreciate them.
But we don’t like to be a contradiction. Well, maybe I should word that a bit better. We don’t like to have an inner-contradiction, because it scares or worries us. If we contradict the crowd, it’s all fine. That just means we can look at things differently or do things that no one else would do. I wish there were more contradictory people like that. Being a contradiction against someone means we can have variety. And the Gods know, variety is one of the few things that keeps me going through life.
Inner contradictions, though, scare me. For example, I consider myself to be the smartest dumbass I know. I enjoy listening to classical music, and exploring how they make me feel. I adore comedy, and seeing shows that can help me sharpen my tongue and polish my wit. I can look at art, and honestly feel moved at times, nearly bursting to tears in some cases. I can go on for ages about how perfect the story of a video game or movie was, just because it made me feel something different, even if it was just a cheap joke or two. Hell, it’s why I love “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” and the fandom behind it; the artists and music and everything that has come from it is just… utterly fantastic, and I wish people could see that just a little bit more. I know how to comfort anyone with a few words, and I take such a great joy in that, because it makes me feel like I have something to live for.
So then we sort of segue into the contradiction to that. I am… uneducated, I guess. Whenever I go to my script analysis class, they all talk about these beautiful plays they’ve seen, while I just sit in my chair and awkwardly volunteer a comparison to “Batman: The Animated Series”, earning weird looks. Whenever I try to explain… anything, really, I get really blunt and stumble over a lot of my words. I come off as just a “Joker”. Because of that, I find it hard to really try and connect with others. I get scared, because I’m tired of coming off as an idiot. It’s hard to overcome, and I have spent countless nights staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, as I wonder the most irrational and fearful question in my head:
Which contradiction is the one that defines me? Am I someone looking for a bit of wisdom, or am I the guy who scratches his head at big words and “Neil Simon”?
Everyone has those contradictions inside of them. I think the way to deal with them, though, is to accept them. Yin and Yang, right? I don’t mind being dumb, because I really am. There are thousands upon thousands of people who are smarter than me; you readers included. But I can at least make sure no one forgets those little things; when everyone goes on about Shakespeare, I can say how “The Walking Dead” was a much better story than Hamlet or The Tempest, and stick to my guns. You want to go on about how “Avatar” had some of the best visuals in a movie, and was an imaginative success? I can say that the Night on Bald Mountain scene from “Fantasia” was far more badass.
I can be happy with being an idiot. Because that just means I have more to learn, and be happy with my contradictions. At least they keep me interesting.
I’ll be doing a followers picture for this! This means I’ll draw the OC’s of the people following me. Of course, I, I can’t draw them all, so, I’ll let a random number generator choose for me!
But to draw, I need references. So, here’s what you need to do, if you want to be in the followers picture;
You have to be following me. New followers count as well!
You have to reblog this post with a picture or reference of your OC. Links don’t count..!
Aaaand, that’s it, reblog away..!
Welp, here’s one more hat tossed in the ring.