It's amusing, but the only messages I have received in the past few days have been either replies or service messages. Seems very far from everything. But better to be disillusioned and lost than living in one's own imagination.

Storytellers from beyond

It is such a pleasure to visit new places. Some of them you visit in real life, while others you visit through other people. I have loved to hear about such places... where I would then take myself and rediscover it thorugh my own understanding. These are places in the geographical sense of the term. Others are there in history, in culture.
Listening to tales, allowing their magic to wrap itself around you, growing in a different childhood, making friends with people you would never have met nor can ever happen to meet.
Stories that never end. Stories that go on into dark winter nights. Stories that carry over into misty sunrises. Some that take you back in another person's memories. Others that take you into someone else's life, childhood and more.
I wish these stories continue. There should never be an end to what can be shared. There should never be an end to the desire to share.
Share stories, share lifetimes and share lives.

This is a criticism I have been facing for a long time and from many people. About not being strong enough to stand up for what I believe in. And I heard it once again today.
That I did not stand up for someone I should have stood up for. I know I failed, and I don't know what I should have done.
The fear is I don't know if I shall pass the test the next time.