I've been soo busy sorting out Emmortel out for the launch next week that I've had no time to write about anything these past couple of days. It's really strange but what got me pumped up to finish it on time, isn't the promise I made myself ages ago, but rather a poem that Stathi wrote for me in mind. One of the reasons we're such good buddies (and there are many) is the fact that we both feel slightly displaced in our country of origin. We understand what it means to be raised in one place but belong somewhere else. The last few lines really struck a cord with me, so I'll eventually use those in the animation I'm working on. Just as a small footnote, khaled in arabic means immortality.
The world opens up,
yet the uncertainty stays,
but as long as curiosity is my shield,
the shadows I can brave.
For my friends are beside me,
in spirit and in heart,
the ever ending light,
in this foreboding dark.
Though the roads are welltrodden
my path is my own
for my dream is that immortal
the journey for home
I'm no poet so apologies if any of that detracts from what you wrote... It's not always easy to reconcile the many facets of who we are.
However, I've long accepted that the road that I walk is my own. We may be covering familiar grounds. But who we are, what, who and how we have been brought up and the way we think and react is what makes our journey unique.
...and it is a journey. We may not realise but as we travel across life, we may hit situations which are displacing for us. But the experiences change us and we adapt in our own way to them.
Forgotten in an ancient city
I grew up elsewhere
My people in the middle but to the east
Who have lived in my veins since birth
Will now all have white hair
........Wow......I guess a only a few can really grass that portrait of you brother............Stathi never ceases to amaze me. Love you both to death and cant wait to see you.........Both my bro's are artists and engineers...........and im the bloody accountant! AKYRO!!!!
An Island gave me a place to grow
The older, the more I know
That time is little, holds a priceless weight
Can I beat the clock to my dreams
Or will I wake up, and find out its too late
A battle to go where my first breath exhaled
Another world I know will be unveiled
The Star that lays in the center round
I'll exhale my last breath on my own ground
A port to dock my hopes and dreams
A wish to stop the wicked screams
Immortel by name and through my art
I can show the world whats in my heart
Blogroll Dive: 4/25/05
Here are the highlights from today's Blogroll dive:
Bryan found an interesting article on the use of thumbs in the modern age.
Owen wants to know how his blog is doing.
Michael has some thoughts on improving WordPress.
Brian bids farewell to Mac...