What would you fill it with?
It can be anything...
just not everything...
Where whould you dream?
What do you dream?
Who would you want to share your special place?
What is the theme behind all your imagination?
What is your alter ego?
What laws of physics, among other things, would you brake?
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Me
By Robert W. Oakley
Who am I? To put it simply, I am a Boy Scout. Allow me to elaborate: A scout is trust worthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent; ask anyone who knows me and they will say, “Rob Oakley is a Boy Scout." Clearly these attributes seem too good to be true—honestly no one is perfect—on the contrary, I strive to do my best and a good turn daily. ¶ I also like to consider myself as a good friend: a friend of understanding and great consideration for others and their feelings. Listening, an ear which is quick to hear, also strikes as an awesome quality; however, it does lack in memory, but I am working on this forgetful mind of mine. Tell me your name and I am bound to forget; get to know me and sooner or later will understand each other; eventually I’ll get the bare minimums down and the names straitened out, but please be patient. ¶ Patience, patience, what an interesting concept; do you ever wonder of all the things you wait for and ask, “Is it ever truly worth it”? Clearly, in many cases it is but surly there was a time when you finally got that something and it didn’t turnout quite like you intended. I hate to wait; then again, I love it, but will there ever really be a day when I will truly want nothing and be made perfect and entire? Of course there will and I count the days and realize they are numbered but heaven waits on the other side—the next greatest adventure. ¶ Life is full of its adventures—large and small, great and tall, few and far between—I grow weary at times when there is nothing to do, but I suppose I could pick up a book and transport almost instantly to the lands unknown and the lands of fantasy. “Why don’t these lands truly exist?” I often wonder “and why must stories end?” I suppose that is why I find writing quite a fancy: where old fables and tales end another begins out of thy own very hand thus creating a new original, personal, exquisite, and extreme theme of wonder (well, at least to my own opinion; I could care less what others would have to say). To be that Hercules, Spartacus, or dragon slayer; to live in Middle earth, Rome, or Alpha Centaury; to even know and become best friends and live together with some of the greatest characters the world has ever known would blow my mind, but alas it will never be so. On the other hand, I do have this life! And I can make it my own; on the other hand, I serve an awesome God who has an incredible plan for me; on the other hand, I don’t know what that plan is, but where ever and what ever it is, I know it will be a time of infamous wonder. ¶ I always strive to set a good example and to be as original as possible. I’d finally consider myself to be an artist (brace yourself). If I could choose any one profession, it simply couldn’t be done: in other words, I want to do everything! Well, at least the things I consider fun, exiting, and beneficial, but where do you draw the line? I want to be an artist--gourmet chef, graphic artist, animator, film maker, producer, director, actor, entertainer, writer, author, musician, conductor. . . . EVERYTHING!!! I want to be a Renaissance Man and a Renaissance Man I shall be! Amen.
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4 comments:
Wow...I would totally have to think about that...for a long time...
Kakiedoo
I think It would be filled with tvs playing back my favorite memories over and over again.
i don't feel like thinking right now.
Inside would be a pair of wings,
So I may see what freedom brings.
A pirate ship I then would see,
To know the freedom on the sea.
And next to that I'd find a song,
That my lips could sing along.
Yet beside that, an empty page,
My soul find freedom from its cage.
Behind all this, the room would end
And I'd be left with a single friend.
To claim what I see isn't myth,
And have all my adventures with.
I felt that I had to write it in a poem. I don't know why. But I guess I just had to. That's a good blog. It really makes you stop and think. God bless.
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