A New Chapter

Ok perhaps I lied. This blog has been there for me for a long time and I do enjoy jotting the occasional post down and I very much miss it. So I am reopening the blog!

I started working a while back, so I'm very busy, don't go expecting lots of posts! But this storyteller... He can't let his blog go. I have so many stories that need to be told. So many zipping around in my head. Entire universes and worlds. And who else would I write for?

I want to leave this for all of you. My favourite scene from Doctor Who, one of my favourite shows. It has inspired an entire story arc for a hero I am creating. Yeah I know, I have so many. But in due time.

Clara sometimes asks me if I dream.
Of course I dream, I tell her. Everybody dreams.
"But what do you dream about?" She'll ask.
The same thing everybody dreams about, I tell her.
I dream about where I'm going. She always laughs at that.
"But you're not going anywhere, you're just wandering about!"
That's not true. Not any more.
I have a new destination.
My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's.
It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes.
But at last I know where I'm going, where I've always been going.

Home. The long way round.

And it is good to be home.


The Fragmented Storyteller

Final Post

Well, here I am again. The Fragmented Storyteller, but no stories to tell.
Well, not entirely true. I have many to tell. But this blog, I just feel it's served it's purpose and I don't need it as much anymore, for my stories or to vent.

So, the last chapter of this blog comes. It was probably a long time coming. I'm soon to begin a new chapter of my life as a soldier, and what happens then I leave in the hands of fate.

Things are changing, I have changed, friends are moving on and getting lost in the fog of life, going to places I cannot follow and replacing me with new friends. It is simply the way life works. I hold no bitterness to friends who are moving on. I wish them the best. If people stay in your life, they make the same effort to keep you in theirs as you make to keep them in yours.

So now the girls are heading to work or university while the guys are preparing to serve their time as soldiers. As much as I hate change, it happens.

It's time I grew up. Time I got to working properly to pay bills and became an adult. I am dreading it, I am dreading all of this. Losing friends, even though they say "We'll stay in touch, you have my number and I have yours. we have Facebook and all." but nothing ever comes of it because they move on to greener pastures, with new friends and a new school or workplace, despite me treasuring them. But that is how life works.

And with  that, I bid all my dear readers, adieu. The Fragmented Storyteller has spun his last tale. They were never completed anyways, maybe someday I will finish them.





And to my one dear reader, the one that got me started on my blog and read my stories even though they were not her cup of tea and shared hers with me despite being so personal, thank you. But, every story has a last chapter and this is it for this blog.

Goodbye.

The Fragmented Storyteller

Running in the Rain

It's been a while eh?

The other day, I got a call from an old friend who went to the States for his education. He came back for National Service and bought a bike, he sold me his old bike. He wanted to go for a ride and I said damn straight.

It was a great ride, and on the way back it began to rain. I was almost home, about two bus stops down when it began to rain. I stopped for a while and thought "I don't wanna get my expensive bike wet."

Then it hit me, what the hell am I doing? We have all become so materialistic. You can't push your buddy into the water anymore, for fear of his iPhone or Samsung Galaxy or Blackberry getting wet. Not to mention the iPods, and all the other expensive electronic hooha everyone carries, and I am no exception. So I wanted to break free of this. To run in the rain like I used to and I loved it so much. I miss it so so much.

So I kept my stuff in a waterproof bag, got off my bike and stepped out into the pouring rain.

It was the most liberating thing I've done in ages.

I felt happy. I felt free. I felt young. That simple thing, walking out into the rain, was so freeing that I just walked home in the rain, the long way. My entire mind suddenly opened up. Inspiration flowed for my stories, my emotional burdens went away, and I was happy for absolutely no reason. And to me, that is the best kind of happiness. I want to make it a point to take a walk in the rain sometimes, just to feel free again.

So when was the last time you walked in the rain?

A video that moved me - To This Day

This video was shown to me by one of my best friends, it is one powerful video. I could relate cuz I was there at some point.

To anyone who needed to hear it: THEY WERE WRONG. You are beautiful. You have the potential to be amazing, to change lives. You matter. You are important.

I am a massive fan of Doctor Who, and this quote probably saved my life.

"Nine hundred years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important."

It took me a long time to realise how true that was. And to this day, I tell myself this in the mirror every day before school.

Bullying ruins lives, you may not see how bad it gets. But is fun at the expense of others is worth making a child fear for their life, fear coming to school, affecting their studies and making their grades plunge and making them feel stupid?

Is it worth making a girl feel ugly and unloved? That because she isn't skin and bones or doesn't have a thigh gap, that she is fat? Is it worth making her starve herself for your sick idea of perfection? That she fears food?

Is it worth making the lonely quiet kid cut himself? Or burn himself? Or hit himself? To punish himself for a failing you have put on him? So every day he wears long sleeve shirts and jeans so no one can see that he hurts himself to make the pain inside go away. Pain you bullies have caused.

Is it worth making the troubled kid suicidal? Taunting her to "Go ahead, kill yourself." and saying "No one will miss you, we'll be better off.". And one day her best friend cleans her locker out,  crying as she glares at you saying "You did this to her."

"You ruined a family. A mother and father grieve as they bury their child. A brother or sister go into depression as the see their older sister's lifeless body in that coffin. How does it feel to be the reason someone is dead in this world?"

Bullying does so much more than you think. So stop. Leave the weird, quiet kid alone. Live your own life, stop making someone else's a living hell cuz yours isn't satisfactory or fulfilling.

And to kids who are bullied, speak up. It's easier said than done, but please. TELL someone. You have the potential for so much, don't let something like bullies keep you from it.

Remember, they were wrong.

You aren't fat.
You aren't stupid.
You aren't a failure.
You aren't a loser.
You aren't useless.

You matter.
You are important.
You are unique.
You are worth it.
You are you. The only you that will ever exist.
You have potential to change lives in some way.
You have a future worth sticking around for.
You deserve to live no less than anyone else.

Remember, it's ok not to be perfect. They were wrong.

If you can't see anything beautiful about yourself,
Get a better mirror.
Look a little closer.
Stare a little longer.
Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying even when everyone told you to quit.

One Day Too Late

I found this song by one of my favourite bands. It's too perfect for words to describe how I came across this song tonight of all nights when I want my own thoughts and my thoughts alone. I said I changed a lot, this song became more relative to my life than I care to admit on this blog. It is a wonderful song and it is a good reminder to me about why I do what I do now.

Do what you want to, what you have to do. Because tomorrow could be One Day Too Late. You will never know how much those four words struck me.

I've changed...

In my previous post, I said that I had changed.

It took a phone call from an old friend to really make me take a look back and see how much changed.

I have. As a person, I mean.

Before, I used to be happier and less self absorbed. Over time, I became darker, more caught up in my problems. I began neglecting my friends, I still do.

 I miss the old me. A lot. I want to be him again. People loved 16 year old me. I was charismatic, I didn't have this stupid stammer, I was a confident speaker, a capable leader, a good friend too.

Now, I'm none of those things I think. Well, I grew in other ways. I became quieter, more cautious, a bit more caring and a better listener. I became a lot more patient. But I miss the old me.

I started looking into other avenues of careers. Maybe not so lucrative. More on the side of helping people. I have little care for big paychecks, I just want enough to be comfortable, have a safe amount in my bank and a home I can be proud of, no matter how humble my abode is. I want a career where I help people. Where I can be happy doing what I do. In my youth, I looked at jobs with a fat paycheck and nice suits, but I despise the idea of doing something like that if I wake up every morning hating my job.

So I started helping people. I started talking to them. I found I have an affinity for counselling and helping people. Maybe? I know not. But I know I want to help people.

I still have problems, lots of them. I have way too much going on, I wish I could apologize enough to all my friends who I let down and drift from in my course of trying to keep myself together. I really am sorry. Maybe you guys will understand, maybe you won't. But I am sorry for not being a better friend like I once was.

I wish I could bring him back for all your sakes. But I can't. I feel like a failure as a friend, I do. But I try. I really do.

I'm so sorry.

So much has changed...

Hey guys. Or whoever still stalks this place, hoping there's a new post. I haven't touched this place in ages, sorry.

The reason why is, well. A lot has changed.

First off, well I'm doing my major project. Yeah, school stuff, boring, I know. I'm in my final year now, so I'll be graduating soon.

Next, I have a girlfriend. Yup, holy shit right? She is beautiful, and amazing, and lovely and she actually loves me back. So I am actually a lot happier in general. I still know I'm not ready for a relationship. But hey, it's a learning experience ;)

Next, and I hope you people will look forward to these stories:

The Family

A family house becomes a home for troubled teens, eventually they become a family.

I've been helping a lot of people online recently, we always have this idea of taking all of the depressed people, the suicidal ones, self harmers, ED girls and boys, and putting them in one place. They actually want that. Society puts a stigma on them, on us, and we are ostracised because they don't understand us. So imagine that, a place where people have been through all this. We understand. We can help. That's what the Family is for. To help people like us. Run by someone who was once like us, for people like us. I think it has potential :)

Another story, my depressed superhero story. It's still a very rough idea. But it's basically to give people with depression someone to look up to as a hero. Someone who goes through what they do. It's still in it's conception so I'll have more to say on it later.

Well, its late and I have shit to do tomorrow, I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I have not given up on all my older stories. You will hear from them soon enough.

The Fragmented Storyteller has come back with more tales to weave and legends to be written.