So after talking to a friend and reading up other people's thoughts about Zephyr in the new episode, I thought I'd put my word to it.
The biggest thing I hear about Zephyr is how people can relate to him in the sense of being lazy. I've read how people have felt as if they are just as lazy as Zephyr, live with their parents just like Zephyr, or are unable to keep a job just like Zephyr. What they don't seem to understand is the motives behind these actions.
Zephyr was unable to keep a job because he was unable to keep focused on the task and, instead, tried to take shortcuts to the goals such as putting his own interpretation on (different from what Rarity had wanted) or convincing Spike to do all the work. It's a common problem among many, many people to not do things that are boring. It's just a natural human trait to not want to do things that are boring. (To the point where doing nothing is more entertaining than the task) The thing is, when put in a situation where this task is a life changing event, people will do the task, even if it is boring. The difference is that Zephyr did not necessarily have to do these jobs. He was always able to fall back on moving back into his parent's house, so these events wouldn't ruin his life. Other people do not tend to have that option, but the ones that do are more abled to do this very thing. The reward just doesn't happen to be as great as the task deserves, so most of the time these jobs aren't even giving wages high enough to live off of.
People don't seem to understand the number of people in today's society (at least in America) who must live with their parents. It's becoming progressively harder by the day to move out on ones own, and it is definitely harder than it was when your parents were kids. The stereotype usually falls under the "fat, trashy, videogame-playing slob" when that is simply not the case. I guess what I am trying to say is that it isn't a bad thing if you live with your parents. It's just what people have to do these days, because it's so incredibly expensive. Minimum wage is never able to cover the costs to live on one's own.
The biggest thing that I've seen is people saying that they are just as lazy as Zephyr. (Which I should say that you should not put yourself down like that.) The thing here is that we discover that Zephyr has never completed any of these tasks his very first time. It's a case where he talks about how much he would love to do something, but then starts the process to get there, realizes how difficult it is, and simply gives up. I am going to be blunt about this, but stay with me. This is wrong. It's bad. But lets be honest. We've all done this very thing. It is wrong, but we are all victims. Let me put it this way.
Remember that moment you had at the campfire late at night with your friends, or that picnic on the top of that nice hill under the stars with your friends? Remember the conversations you all had about your dreams? "I want to be the president!" "I want to be a singer!" "I want to be an astronaut!" Whatever your dream is, just think about it. Now, what progress have you made towards it? If I am right, most people would say very little. That is because it really is difficult to start that progress. It's hard to reach your dream. But then you also have to think. If it was as easy as you want it to be, why don't we have so many? If you truly want to do or be your dream, you have to actually work towards it, and making that first effort is always the hardest part.
Quit watching one more video. Stop waiting until tomorrow. Hold off on the "not being prepared" business. What Zephyr could never overcome was that very first moment into his passion. He loved to be able to style pony's manes, but never realized how difficult it was until he actually had to do it. Once he saw the difficulty, it was forever-times easier to quit. But now remember, once he actually did the task, the next one was so much easier! It's always that first time that stops people. Write that first book, draw that first picture, make that first song. Once you do it, you'll appreciate the effort and that will motivate you to do it again, and again, and before you know it you'll have the skills and the fan to keep you going forever.
It's impossible to be perfect the first time. No one writes a bestseller the first time they write, no one paints a museum-quality piece the first time they draw, and no one makes a grammy-worthy song the first time they make music. But if you practice at it, you will do just that. The idea of wanting to be that big person and not realizing the difficulty is what pulls people away from it, but it's just a wall you must break through.
I did not mean for that to sound as motivational as it became (unless I'm just tired) but I got my point through. Zephyr eventually reached their goals, and the people who see themselves as him just haven't broken through that wall yet. Pushing yourself is the hardest part, but everyone is a Zephyr in one way or the other, whether they haven't been able to gain that motivational 'push' to break through the wall, or if they have already broken that wall and are out their doing the things they love.
So ask yourself this; You may be a Zephyr, but what's wrong with that?
I was lucky enough to have a certain cat for 16 years of my life. For a cat, I would personally say that she was the most amazing cat you would have ever met. A couple days after the Christmas season, my cat passed away. Since then, her passing has been such a quiet topic that I didn't want to ever talk about, but I feel as if I should properly give her a goodbye.
Penny was her name. I had Penny for as long as I can remember. I've actually had Penny as my cat only a little bit after I was born. So in a way, we grew up together. Penny was such a pretty cat. I don't exactly know what species she was, but I can describe her as white with black and brown spots. She was amazingly skinny, and was a stunningly healthy cat. It was probably the reason why she lived so long.
Penny was such a quiet and nice cat too. She wasn't one for games but more of a lap cat. I remember when I would get up for school, she would claw at my hair like a scratching post. It hurt, but I let her anyways. Something about the way she pulled on my hair (combined with my tiredness) just felt strangely nice.
Penny loved everyone. If you were new to the house (and didn't have dogs) she would love to sit on your lap the moment you sat down. She wasn't a bother to anyone. She would just sit there and sleep. And it was nice. I remember the way she would curl up on my lap when I would play computer games. She always seemed so peaceful.
Penny actually had her tail cut off. Yeah, she hurt her tail really badly and had to get it removed. She lived without it though. She seemed perfectly fine. She had good balance even after she had lost her tail. I remember a time when we got a pizza delivered to our house. My dad was talking to the pizza delivery guy and he noticed Penny close to the door. He made a comment about how he had never seen a cat without a tail, and my dad laughed. We became so use to seeing her without a tail, we didn't think about how other people would find it strange.
Penny loved to give us her treats. She was often an outdoor cat, but we were never worried. We had a big backyard, and Penny loved it. We were never worried when Penny got outside, she would always return at night. Sometimes with a treat for us. She loved to show off the new dead mouse she captured. Sometimes, she would even surprise us with a bird! How she ever caught those birds, I will never know.
It's sad to think that I'm going to have to live the rest of my life without Penny. It almost feels weird and lonely. I knew I could always find that cat and give her the love that I rally had for her. There'll never be another cat like her. But with all life, when one ends, we must move on. There's no point in hanging in the past. I've just got to accept that my cat is in a better place now, and I've got to move on.
So to you, Penny, I'm so thankful for the joy and love you brought to me in my childhood. I hope that I'll be able to see you again at some point. But for now, I'll just live my life the way you would want me to. Thank you Penny, for being there for me.
I appreciate all pf you who have read this the whole way through. I really feel better now.
So as the title says, I'm thinking about trying my hand in roleplay. I think doing this would really stretch my creative mind and inspire me to be more productive in my work. I've always been shying away from roleplaying over the internet, but it's always been a curious interest of mine. If it is anything like Dungeons & Dragons, well then I think I'll be able to handle it quite well. I added my character to the data base and am going to attempt to try some roleplay tomorrow. If I don't have much time (pep-band is such a big commitment at my school) I'll have to wait till the weekend.