From the Ashes
"So in the end as night waned I rejoined my company. And there to my astonishment I found new refugees in a great crowd: men and women gathered for exile, young- pitiful people coming from every quarter, minds made up, with their belongings, for whatever lands I'd lead them to by the sea. The morning star now rose and Ida's ridges, bringing day. Greeks had secured the city gates. No help or hope of help existed. So I resigned myself, picked up my father and turned my face toward the mountain range." Book II, Lines 1032-1046
If any part of this reading struck me, it was this section (it turns out that the beginnings and ends of books/chapters are pretty important parts, usually filled with goodness). I put myself in the shoes of one who has lost all, though fighting nobly. I tried to imagine what it would be like to lose my home, or one could substitute a dream. I imagine what it must be like to lead the charge and fail, and, as a leader, have a host of people look to you for direction and all you can do is "turn [your] face toward the mountain range."
That must be painful. But the truth is we all have felt it. We all have faced failure, completely and utterly and have been faced with a choice. So far as I see it, the only choice suitable for great men and women is to pick themselves and try again. What is it worth that one face failure and cave in like a folding chair? What kind of hero do we want to be? For every person has a problem, every hero a fault, every story a conflict, and it is what we do in the face of adversity that defines us. Do we cower and surrender? Or do we pick up our father and turn our face to the hope of tomorrow?
Pretty inspirational stuff if you ask me (the poetry, not my speech lolz)
Commented on Zane's and Moriah's
If any part of this reading struck me, it was this section (it turns out that the beginnings and ends of books/chapters are pretty important parts, usually filled with goodness). I put myself in the shoes of one who has lost all, though fighting nobly. I tried to imagine what it would be like to lose my home, or one could substitute a dream. I imagine what it must be like to lead the charge and fail, and, as a leader, have a host of people look to you for direction and all you can do is "turn [your] face toward the mountain range."
That must be painful. But the truth is we all have felt it. We all have faced failure, completely and utterly and have been faced with a choice. So far as I see it, the only choice suitable for great men and women is to pick themselves and try again. What is it worth that one face failure and cave in like a folding chair? What kind of hero do we want to be? For every person has a problem, every hero a fault, every story a conflict, and it is what we do in the face of adversity that defines us. Do we cower and surrender? Or do we pick up our father and turn our face to the hope of tomorrow?
Pretty inspirational stuff if you ask me (the poetry, not my speech lolz)
Commented on Zane's and Moriah's
He honestly did just what he needed to do by leaving troy and trying to create a life elsewhere. He was a good leader and it did hint that he struggled at times with losing as much as he did. Great Blog, Phillip!
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