TheBronyHeart

You all know the elements of harmony right? Laughter, Kindness, Loyalty, Generosity, Honesty… Magic? They are all virtues. Now, of course there are so many more virtues. I couldn’t fathom all the traits that make quality virtues in life.



I have always had a set of values that I always held dear to me. I consider them virtues, and some of them are even in the before mentioned elements of harmony. I may as well talk about them and what they mean for me.



Honesty- Truth… it is a very important thing to many. It has effects both good and bad depending on circumstance. And, I have always enjoyed telling the truth, despite the fact that I lie through my teeth on multiple occasions. It always hurts though… it is more of a feeling that you almost over look, but, if you think about it, doesn’t it damage you, if even a little bit every time you lie? Well, if not, then maybe it’s just me then…



Of course, truth isn’t all about telling / not telling lies. It is also about realization and acceptance. You need to be honest with yourselves about everything. The more we hide ourselves from truth, the more it will end up hurting us in the end. Take me, right now for example. I have been lying to myself about several things for years. It only staves off the inevitable downpour, and whats worse, its 100 times more excruciating.



And then there is the acceptance of honesty and truth from other people. We all need to learn to accept the truth that each and every person brings forth. (Interpret that however you wish.)



　


Kindness- If any of you know me very much, then you probably know that I really care about how everyone feels. I never try to bring any harm to others. I only ever try to be nice to all the people I meet, even when people throw it back at my face. When I see someone is upset, it somehow automatically makes ME upset, and I only ever wish to help these people feel better. There is just too much negativity in this world… I just want to help… to do my part in making it better, even if it is only by helping a few people feel better about life, or themselves. I just… I wish everyone could be happy…



I wish it were true



I wish everyone was happy.

But happiness won’t come.

Not by sheer will or wanting,

or perhaps other means.

Happiness is never known.

It is only focused upon,

Lived with, and revered.

Always present, yet rarely used.



At times I wonder why happiness plays these games.

Why it dispels itself to allow the angst and fear overtake us.

Why it is ever-present, but lacks in power.

Why hate and sadness rule the majority of the unfortunate.



I wish everyone was happy.

I wish sadness was just a dream.



Sadness never ending in its fight with our minds.

Also ever-present; with us to the end.

I wish it was not so

I wish everyone knew happiness.



-David Favret



Really… kindness…there is too little of it in the world… Again, that is one of the things that I love you all for.



(I originally wanted to put a huge wall of text in this spot, but it was extremely repetitive…)



　


Laughter- this ties in closely with Kindness. I am always trying to make people smile.. Always trying to make people laugh. In real life, I go out of my way to get people I know to do just that. Often, it isn’t really in my best interest to do such things, but I do it anyway.. I cant help myself. I crave making other people happy, even if that means acting as though everything is right in the world, even if I am going through an exhausting phase of depression, or maybe just physically exhausted… it doesn’t matter.

I once started a project on the Forums… I called it the Make every pony smile Mission. For a few weeks, I literally did just that. I went profile to profile to find people and get them in a good mood, or at least smile at a nice joke. Some of you probably remember that.





Generosity- Well… maybe it is just that I cant say “no”.


I like to give things away… I like giving overall. Seeing someone become happy over something you give them.. It is priceless. I took my friend around a local city on his birthday this summer… I spent pretty much all the money I had on him. I don’t regret any of it. And I am always making some home made gift for someone I care about.



Now, it goes without saying that I have my seeds of greed. Certain things are MINE! DON’T TOUCH!!!!



I hold this virtue highly. There is not enough of it in today’s world. Not nearly enough as there should be.



　


Loyalty- I stand by my friends and family. I would give my life for them should the need arise. And I am loyal to my morals. Of course, Loyalty is more than just allegiance, and standing by people. It is a frame of mind! I don’t really know how to explain this one actually… I wish I could.






Now, now I can tell you about a very special virtue… Love.



LOVE



Yes, Love is a virtue, at least by my standards. And I am sure all of you have heard the phrase “Love and Tolerate”. Many of you don’t even like this phrase, or think it is relevant. Well, it has infinite meaning to me. Even before I began watching My Little Pony Friendship is Magic, and then discovered this fandom, I lived by a similar code. I truly love each and every person on this planet. It doesn’t matter if you are a saint or a mass murderer… I can’t bring myself to hate someone. Hate is such a sickening feeling… I may never understand why people can do it so easily… It just doesn’t make much sense to me. Now, when I say love, of course I do not mean the love that One would share with his / her partner. That and a bond between a family,,, that is not the love I am describing here. I am talking of a general love, a will to acept and treat all others as yourself. (Unless you treat yourself like crap) Now, I mentioned before about mass murderers… don’t take that the wrong way… tolerance has a line. I am not some delusional fool. (Maybe I am?) We all need to remember that people are not born inherently evil. It is something that is formed over time. And I will be damned before I condemn someone enough to stop loving them… no matter their crime.



The lack of love, or even the abuse of love… this is yet another problem I see in the world.


Love is a magical thing. And it is truly beautiful. But there is such a lack of it… such a lack of compassion for living beings that it breaks my heart. Every single day, I hear of atrocities committed out in the world… such .. Disregard for life… for love… I … I just DO NOT UNDERSTAND! … Stupidity? Evil? Whatever the hell it is… Perhaps it is just the devil himself…



Allow me to tell you about something… a wedding. It happened this October. October 27^th to be exact. My uncle, my beloved uncle, married the woman he loved. It was a beautiful day… for them… and for me. Now, those in attendance were given small pouches of bird seed. These pouches were closed with a small piece of string and a little metal heart with the word “Love inscribed on them. I took one home with me and fashioned it into a necklace. I have worn it ever since… I never, EVER take it off. I don’t know when I ever will. It is a symbol… it reminds me that there is still good in the world… still love. It reminds me that I need to keep loving…



One of my personal phrases. “I will always love you, even if you don’t love me.” This is my virtue of love… It is one of the things I am able to cling to, even when I am troubled… even when I hurt.



So much suffering in the world… I only wish I knew why…

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The Dedication of the Damned

Today, I seek refuge from the weary souls that surround me. I have long fought this war in life, and yet I have fought so little. Nothing seems to make sense while the eve of dawning night approaches so rapidly.
Yes, this is my story, neigh, my indication of a life of desertion. What else soothes the aches of tormented humanity? And so I find my tongue twisted and spewing lies forth to you and the rest of the masses. I find this in myself to be the damning factor, and seek retribution.

SO I walk without a shadow, from here to there. Never ending but all in the same of having already ended. This may just be my devil's curse, cast upon me like a simple inspiration. Yet this being, this entity, my missing shadow, OH how it burns me! I can feel it creeping forth, slowly stretching its ensemble dreadfully over me. I see now in the stained mirror, only the true face that covets me. This, oh this... the devil's curse upon me.

Arguments ensue as a discordant fellow I have become. Arguments with myself in my own maddening world. And so I find it easier to be alone as this damned shadow overtakes me. Seeking pity in places of grief that lead only to more strife. I seek the redemption that eludes me. I seek refuge from my accursed soul. I am among the damned and willing. God save my soul. Or is this only what i wish to say, what I no doubt only want to believe. Yes, this devil's curse, this shadow inside that escapes to overtake... I see it all. All but the inception of my own delirious mind unto yours.


Can you hear it? Oh, you cannot? A shame that is. Surely I now go mad; surely I die alone in this putrid shell of a being that is overrun with the facilities of devil's and shadow beings. I say again, I must surely be damned. Nothing will see through the abyss that is my illuminated anxiety. Oh no, and none too soon. I fear it will only be too late by the time you realize just what these words mean. Oh dear, for it seems that again I find myself unable to quite comprehend the sanctities that make my mind. Who does this make me? And just who does that make me in a world that cannot house me?

A world that is unable, and at it's very most not wanting to hold me. I find myself back to where I started in this mad and cruelly condescending landscape of barren fields and burning seas. Nothing seems left to meet my gaze as I scan the vast expanse to find only my lost interests. To this curse, a devil's tricks and melancholy catastrophe. I am lost in my own furrows and imaginative wasteland that is the fire I walk so boldly in. I walk in a circle of pointless apparitions that leave me deserving the most wanted sacraments of acceptance that often escape my own dwelling. I talk so lowly of my steps taken towards infinite despise. Perhaps I speak to myself, or my shadow of intent that will now, and always forever be about me. I hope, plead, for deterrence of the walls that constrict me in here. I must escape the shadow, and this dreaded devil's mission.
Oh to where I should go? For I have not the slightest of ideas in which I could muster any and all forms of delight to approach meager collateral and critique. I speak of random musings and squalor of better things. But can you not see that the reason for so is that I am doomed to repeat the mistake of writing for demon's sake over, and oh so much over again.

OH, my shadow, it eats.
Oh my soul is devoured, but not gone, only changed in its' form and seen so differently for what it now is. I seek now the most unfathomable of doctrines, why my own decree of freedom from tyranny. Tyranny ruled by the governs of my own torment, and so by these standards, I am bound to eternity by my own fortitude. I seek no more knowing such, and wish to end all things that are permanent.

Ah yes, to destroy anything premature and oh so permanent in the memory of existing thoughts. Redundant my mind is often declared because of its ill will of repeated mistakes. So I search deeper, farther down the line, past all which devil himself has ‘ought to have forgotten. Days of days well spent. Days of days now wasted. So our crimes which are apparent, now overcome by the damned spectra that is the creeping onslaught that the world designates my shadow. Search deep, find an answer, and kill the shadow.

This devil's curse I keep to saying, often wallowing in the self-loathing it brings. This devil's curse which forsook my past in the place I wish to see. But now, oh how now all I see is the barren fields. Anything and everything of value is gone to me. I am forsaken by my own shadow, and so I walk alone, yet still with the covering that disowned me so.

I found what I sought, but at the same, I have not.
For this is not describable, and I shall not attempt such.
Woe is me, for my weakness in words to tell you what I see. Though it breaks my heart in new ways, also unable to describe. You see, this shadow, an agent of the devil's curse, oh how it MOCKS ME! Standing where the light shows, always there for me in the worst of ways. THIS! THIS is the reason I am undesirable, unfit for living with the commons and instead forcing squander, meager helpings upon myself, for that is now all I know, all I will ever bear witness to as I march across a sea of shattered glass and salted fire. Let the trail of blood I leave serve as a reminder to those who lose themselves as I have. The blood will be all there is of me when I fully disappear in the shadow that is my innards and new way of thinking. Slowly, yet assuredly I will be devoured, and never sought again. So I walk in the circles I lay before me, obvious never to stray from my plans, lest I forget why I laid them. So on, and so forth, doomed to repeat, or failure to comprehend?


Unfair is this question that I bring myself to thinking. It only cuts deeper into the mind that I no longer wish to possess. Why would one such as me even need such a thing as a mind? For the shadow I have serves this function in its stead. And as I continue to walk in my circles, desperate to breathe in new breaths, I ask myself of why it ever happened. This is of an origin as to which I can no longer remember. Has it not been for all of existing eternity that I have been confined here in the prison of blood and hate? I sought this, yes, oh so long ago. Thoughts now dead that cannot be revived. And so, regardless of realizing hate in words, and pity in kindness, we seek on. We, I no longer fit. We, as one, A being and its shadow, now completely one. My new name, OUR new name, is a combination of nothing and digression. Leaving no room for unwanted desire of free will.

The shadow took over, I gave in, or so it seems, because here now, on the dawn of night I stand, coveted in every which way imaginable. I grieve. Why? To what end does my own pursuit follow? I found nothing? Nothing at all...

So it was my ignorance that sustained me, and kept me imprisoned. This to all ends must be what invoked my never ending insanity, this, is the devil's curse. So I realize, now, that I am trapped. By doing so, I figure by all means that insanity will next strike. The shadow, inching nearer to my throat. Proof of my damnation to the eternal flame of a kindled anger that will always thirst for the blood of oneself.

The devil's curse, one cannot overcome.
The shadow, one cannot defeat.
So what now of me? I left a trail of bloodied footprints meant to guide, but only led others to the damning vindication that I desperately still attempt to escape. Obvious and simple things do not exist. All things hold more true meanings in their sides that cannot be seen. Here and forever, I accepted my fate, amongst the playthings that the demons provoked. Nothing left for me. I encourage the shadow; let it take its awaited toll. My dedication, which by all means was meant to be an everlasting fight that would hold no victor, and go one past the eve that dawns on the morning.

I am a fool, and for this I covet even myself. I welcome an end to all things. Even that of my acclaimed dedication is nothing. Simply put, it is the dedication of the damned.



-David Favret