The Epic Quest called Life

So here we are.
Guys, Boyfriends, Husbands, Fathers, Weekend Warriors.

Probably a very last generation of those who used to run in childhood with sticks fighting trolls in a courtyard, who organised water balloon battles against those stinkers from the neighbouring block , who wrestled in sand, got their knees bruised while climbing trees.
We were the last ones to avoid, the omnipresent stigma of virtual reality. And our heads were filled with dreams.
Big, epic dreams.

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Joshua Earle

You can become anyone you want to, we were told. Rock star, general, football player. Fucking astronaut.

Just go ahead and believe that. Its is in our guys, warriors DNA, after all.  To reach for the heights, to climb the highest peak (and then drop your pants down and pee from the top).

When I was a kid I wanted to be a pirate. Or world famous writer.

I have always pictured myself rolling through life accompanied by an elevating soundtrack like in oscar winning movie, carrying a bloodstained armor, waving to crowds of fans with my left hand and giving autographs with the other, flying into space, preventing alien invasion, shitting with epicness.
And here I am, staring eleven hours per day at the numbers on the screen, rolled into the wheels of humongous corporate machine, changing diapers by night, dreading the invasion of bills by the end of the month.

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Ben White

I am Husband, Father, Breadwinner. Manager. Weekend Warrior.

And sometimes I find it hard to distinguish myself from a zombie. Does it have to be, that dream of greatness come back now only while playing another Witcher game on my PC?

Fuck that.

It is time to realise, that we are not ever to drop our childhood dreams, but transcend with them. That we shouldn’t treat life as the ultimate excuse for not living up to our greatest ambitions. A key to success is to pursue passions in spare time, while cherishing every moment of our daily struggles.

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Aziz Acharki

And remember you Fathers – having a family to care for is not only source of strength to face life adventures, but it’s an adventure itself.

I am a father and I am a warrior.

And I am living my quest in my daily experiences.

In my journeys, adventures, battles in the arena of everyday life. In stories told through the eyes of someone who despite coming of age, still lives his childhood dreams. Dreams of fighting trolls, climbing skyscrapers, reaching the heights of heights.
If you ever felt, that life is more, than a repetitive cycle of daily responsibilities, I am sure you will find yourself in some of my stories, if not all of them.
So, hey!… Join me on the epic quest called life.

 

/Post from my archived blog “Sword in the woods”/

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Peak of the mountain

You cannot fulfill your destiny if you are just struggling day by day to survive.

Don’t think about next day – it will surely be painful, but you will be ready for it. Not now, but when the time comes.

Think of ten years ahead. Where do you want to be? Think of the peak of the mountain.

Look up. Look above treetops, above rooftops, above the horizon. Look up and see. Your mission, your goal, your dream.

It is there on the peak of the mountain. From that peak you will cast shadow on the clouds under your feet, you will swallow the wind into your lungs and you will shout your victorious battle-cry.

You will be king of the world, because you have mastered your life.

step by stepBut first you need to get there.

So now look down.

Look at your feet, and start pushing forward.

Step by step.

In front of your eyes it is just dirt.

But it will be the peak of the mountain that you will see.

 

Just remember where you are heading.

Radosław Scheller

Tales of Scotland – Nessie spotted!

Highly classified data on so called “Loch Ness Monster” sightings was transmitted to Blue Moon Station in late summer.

Although station’s A.I  remained skeptical ( “Are you sure you want to do this Dave?”)  the accuracy of the evidence material was so convincing that the situation required close investigation.

I have have packed my monster hunting  equipment, my camera, my diving suit and occasional Scottish kilt.

And I jumped into the rocket.

Blue Moon Station  was on a mission again.

I have landed on the Loch Ness shore on August 23rd, near the town of Inverness.

This area was had the highest number of “Nessie incidents” reported.

Surely it had nothing to do with two touristic “Nessie centers” located in it’s neighborhood.

I have picked up my Monster Motion Sensor and started scanning the perimeter.

The investigation has begun.

During days of intensive research I found the following:

Ruins of the castle. Romantic and picturesque. Very Scottish.

Lady of the Lake. Beautiful and charming. Very mysterious.

Bunch of tourists rolling on the grass, near ” Keep of the grass” sign. Very American.

Medieval toilet. Simple and stylish. Very medieval.

None of those, although very entertaining, didn’t lead me any closer to the monster itself.

The Monster Motion Sensor was dead silent, satellite scanning from the Blue Moon Stations showed no track of the anything larger than a group of old, fat tourists from Germany.

So I stared at the lake. And started. And started at it for hours…

Was my mission failed?

And then the enlightenment came.

Nessie is a monster, right?

What do they do in all those horror movies when they try to summon the Monster out of it’s pit?

They use this trick. It is called „human sacrifice”.

It works like that :

  • You pick a girl – preferably the most charming, innocent looking Beauty in the area.
  • You leave her on the altar/chain her up to the large monolith/throw her into the pit…or into the lake.
  • You wait for the Monster to come for it’s bait.

I smiled.

Maybe my quest was not that pointless after all?

Now where was that Lady of the Lake…?

And theeeeereeeee she went….

And after few moments, the Monster has arrived.

Huge, shiny and of course very monstrous. Ladies and Gentleman – Nessie:

Mission was accomplished.

The end

Tales of Scotland – The hunt for Loch Ness Monster vol. 1

Imagine a lake.

It’s a lake like this:

It stretches for miles, it’s deep and mysterious, surrounded by breathtaking landscape of hills and plains.

It’s a beautiful lake.

Now – how would you make it famous?

You could praise it’s beauty – and surely some people would come to see it.

You could even have some romantic ruins scattered around it. Like a medieval castle remains. This would help attract even more tourists.

But how would you make it a worldwide touristic  highlight? How could you drag people all over the globe to see it?

How would you make them write stories about it in all languages, how would you make it as well known as wonders of the world such as Pyramids of Giza, Rome’s Colloseum or Niagara Falls?

How would would you do it – when you’d have known that your like is nice…but not THAT special?

Well my friends – for this you would need a Monster.

Maybe not as ugly as that one.

Still, the Monster you need should be  big, fat and scary. Yet – it should be realistic and vivid enough that it could live in people’s imagination.

1 ,00o pound, ancient reptile and a marine predator –  plesiosaurus should do the job.

Now how would you find one – if all of those died like 65 milion years ago?

That’s also simple my friends – you would make it up.

You would find  a nice, catchy name for it- like Billy or Fluffy.

Or Nessie, if you’d have ran out of all other options.

Then you would start producing promotional gadgets on the industrial scale. Postcards, toys, t-shirts, calendars, cups, towels, toilet papers… etc. All of those covered with our Monster’s images.

And than you would spread the word.

That’s how the Loch Ness monster myth was created … or rather that’s what I thought before I visited the famous lake myself.

It was then when it occured to me that sometimes the most simple explanations have nothing to do with the ever-suprising reality.

Because of all explanations I had – none has foreseen that famous Nessie can be actually alive.

To be continued