The Birth of Folklore

In my life, I have always found interesting the concept that we tend to disconnect imagination from reality.  We have a faith, a spirituality of some sort, but we also have fairytale stories at bedtime. We have career goals, a future, and then we may have dreams.  We reserve the most jubilant and glorious desires for the realm of the impossible, but why is that? Did you know that people held to the belief that fairies existed until The Age of Enlightenment in the late 18th century? This of course, was also the time in which we began crediting reality with the ability to be proven mathematically and scientifically, also known as empiricism.

However……

There are so many things that we know exist without being able to physically detect them. The realm of logic, math, and ideas are untouchable, have no taste, and cannot be heard on their own.

The bottom line is this. There are things about this life that no one quite understands. But we continue to believe, we have faith in these things.  We believe in love, creativity, satisfaction, and contentment. Each of these ideas have an element of mystery, and thus allows for us to imagine their distinctive qualities to suit our personal needs.  In a way, these truths become our dreams, the unattainable, and we pursue them. We simply do. In the same way, we secretly wish the fairy tales to be true, we wish that the magic of a story would become manifest in our world. Does it hurt to dream? I like to think not, for just like the fairy tales and legends, the Tudors, the Borgias, Aboriginees and the Celts, I dream of happiness and fulfillment, patiently awaiting their appearance; thus, they remain forever in the realm of Folklore.

I will live there someday.

I promise.

"I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and

 I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could

have worn."   Henry David Thoreau

The Birth of Fledgling

I want to fly.

Why is that so hard for the world to understand?

Its been a solid four years since i discovered what I truly want to do with my life.  For awhile, I was content with biding my time and waiting on education so that I could pay my dues in academia. Yet as each year passes, I lose some of that vigor and excitement that used to spur me on to acheive my dream. I suppose I dont understand why exactly I have to get an education to do something Im already good at doing. But hey, thats life. Life is one big roll of red tape that has to be cut through with one thousand dollar bills.

Ill be Frank. The primary reason for Fledgling’s existence is, well, im fed up. Im absolutely exhausted with the tape. But I will not have my mouth taped shut. I will not allow for my voice to be turned down simply because I have no references and may have not tightened my grip enough for a hand shake. Instead, I will write to acheive my future. Ill put my sense of fulfillment in my own hands and allow myself to become set apart, flying out of arms reach into thought and perception.

I will fly.

and I will soar.