Sylas Reid
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I try to tell stories that speak to the child in all of us; I want to capture that wonderment a child experiences as they explore. For all the little people, this is a vast world that draws at their hearts with an irresistible clarion call.
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Why Do We Give Up On Ourselves?
One of the attributes that sets us apart from every other living creature is the ability to formulate and execute long term goals that fulfill our passions and desires. So why do precious few of us ever see our goals come to fruition? What keeps us from doing the things we really want? I have come to believe the answer to that question, more often than not, is self-sabotage. I am sure that many of us have experienced this: you have a goal or a dream, and before you know it, you are no longer confident in your ability to see it through. We convince ourselves that our dreams are unachievable. But why? Perhaps my personal experience with this will offer some helpful insight. I would like to explore this topic in greater depth in the future, but I suppose you have to start somewhere.
By Sylas Reid4 years ago in Psyche
The Adventures of Roxy and Binks
“What a lovely adventure that was!” said a small voice from a small girl, in a little tent under the bright stars. Another voice, (the voice of a piglet as a matter of fact) squealed a small, joyful reply, that meant something like, “That was a wonderful adventure, wasn’t it Roxy? I liked the part where I smelt the dandelions and ate an acorn.” “Tomorrow we can build a boat and sail down the river to the cave. Do you remember the cave we found, Binks?” asked Roxy. Night continued on as the pair planned the events of the next day. Eventually, the sleepy piglet’s head began to do that thing that sleepy heads do, which is to say it nodded slowly as he began to drift off. “Oh, you’re right, it is past your bedtime,” replied his friend sympathetically. “You have had a lot of adventures today, and adventures make you tired.” As the piglet nestled his head in the grass under the blanket-tent under the stars, Roxy removed her cloak and shrouded her little lantern with it. Through the fabric it cast a dull, pinkish-orangish glow over the piglet who now wore a contented smile. “Good night Binks, sleep tight,” said his friend. Roxy squirmed into her sleeping bag, turned off the lantern, sighed a sleepy sigh, and closed her eyes.
By Sylas Reid4 years ago in Fiction
