Oh to what the world has seen!

"Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?"

- Jane Austen 'Pride and Prejudice'

Here is where we learn the meaning of our insignificance.
In the rocks and mountains.
In the grass and valleys.
If I was not so allured by the prospect of romance perhaps these magic shows would not be so common.
Were it the 1800's, I should be in my leisure.
Surrounded by all that tempts me in romance, in language and for some garmets, in fashion.
Is this why I am so seduced by the concept of living out my fairy tales and fantasies on stage and screen?
To have the oppurtunity perhaps, the honour infact to live as another.
In a completley different time.
A completley foreign world.
In one of my favourite imaginations of a by gone era.
Oh to what the world as seen!
Were it possible to capture all and learn from every fragment of time that has passed, I should feel my life almost fullfilled. I fear my pride would falter in the awe of what little value my life, and those whom I hold dearest lives do recieve.
So be it, modern day affairs are not held with such respect for rank and birth. Instead one decides upon their rank through choice from the moment of birth.
Society feigns what morals we once held, and through generations rebels against ones better judgement in the context of choice.
Until we find ourselves here, so intent on freedom and yet so dependent on a greater source to feed us lest we grow old.
Without a permenent label of wealth or poverty, opulence or simplicity one could entertain the idea of significance with extreme possibility.
Though here motivation and endureing passion should be used as constant solace to whatever obstacles may stand in the way betwixt the beginning and end of the journey.
So inspiration finds me with the intent to persuade me to do just that.
To make sure my name is known.
That perhaps somewhere in the particles of existance a person whos time is long after mine shall long to know more of my story.