Over at the Pursuit of Happiness blog my blogging mate gave a challenge called Our Ways. Among the questions that could be addressed were the following:
Does each of us know what she or he wants to do? Do we have realistic plans? Do we work hard to carry them out?
At the time that I noticed this I was performing a bit of a personality deconstruction of my villain. When I started writing this piece I then noticed similarities between my villain’s direction and motives and my own. Albeit I have no intentions to dissect people. The funny thing is, I had not noticed this similarity til today.
You see, my villain wants what he feels is his heritage. This consumes him and drives him forward. His mother was a half-breed Gnosian. These are a witch people. Aurelia and her sister Portentia abandoned the Gnosians during their rite of adulthood and escaped into the thousandÂ dominions. Kerphulu is therefore a quarter Gnosian and totally without magic powers. The angerÂ regarding this smoulders. He wantsÂ magic.Â He deserves magic!
OK – now me.
Let’s have a visual. Below is a link to one of those annoying web pages that people tend to forward in emails and post on Facebook. This is called “The most spectacular abandoned places in the world“. Someone sent it to me about a year ago. I almost fell over when I reached picture 22 “Wreck of the SS America – Fuerteventura, Canary Islands”. You see, I had lived on that ship for several weeks when I was four. That was the ship that had broughtÂ me from England to Australia,Â when my mother abandoned allÂ her friends, belongingsÂ and family. It was a journey that for her was part escapeÂ Â and part hope. I am sure that several readers will know what I mean by that.
And also left behind in England was my father.
Question 1: Does each of us know what she or he wants to do?
I spent a long time wanting my heritage. My father had been brought up in a solid Cambridge family and had gone to a fancy school called “The Perse” where he had studied with the boy who would become Sir Peter Hall, founder of the Royal Shakespeare Company. The way that I understand it, my father had had all sorts of fancy connections and opportunities and I felt that I deserved that too.Â At the veryÂ least I deserved a superior education. Though I grew up dirt poor in Australia (long story – don’t ask), I studied hard in an ordinary schoolÂ and won a place at the University of Sydney where I graduated with honours. Once I got that I felt no different. So I completed three more university degrees. Hmmmmm. Still no different. Now at the age of fifty I write and do artistic things and voila! I am so happy. This is what I want to do and what I should have done from the beginning instead of being so caught up with was I felt that I deserved. Pfft!
Question 2: Do we have realistic plans?
Damn no! I intend to become a world famous writer and artist.
Question 3: Do we work hard to carry them out?
Yes. Whether realistic or not we should all strive to achieve our dreams. Life is in the striving, not in the arriving.
Well, my friend, I hope that I have answered your challenge to your satisfaction.