Shadoza is my absolute favorite fictional character. I use this name often, but others use it as well, so the name in itself does not define me. As for the rest of the title, I could say that it is based on the idea that we each live in our own world. That all the worlds move together to make a universe of individuals. And, that when one world blinks out, it brings the worlds close to it even closer while impacting the worlds far away by leaving a void in the universe. But, saying that would be pure fantasy, or, perhaps science fiction.
In truth, My World simply represents my relationship with myself. It’s my personal viewpoint, experiences, and life lessons. My world is mostly void of people as I do not interact socially often, that is to say that I do not let people into my world easily.
I am not an easy soul to understand, I realize this. I sometimes offend or confuse or even contradict myself but never with a purpose. My posts are written based on my experiences in my life. Unless someone has had the same experiences and the same life (walked in my shoes with my feet,) they will not likely view the world from my vantage except, perhaps through reading my posts.
Dolliver State Park 7 (Photo credit: DopT)
My world, although void of people, is not empty. It is filled with representations of my life experiences, it’s my spiritual footprint. There are trees of various sizes to provide cover and protection for those things that free fall into my space. There are fences that I built to keep me away from those things that harmed me in the past. There are cliffs that drop suddenly into the unknown, where one can view the possibilities, but not know the reality without taking the risk of stepping off the edge. There are mountains that I have climbed from which the whole world came be viewed and reviewed. There are valleys scored through the terrain, scars that won’t heal, but remain as a reminder to those things that cannot be controlled or changed.
There is a huge still-water lake of emotions, where the calm waters seems most tempting. I advise against going in as beneath the surface there is another world that is held low for a reason. There should be a no-fishing sign because as interesting as it might be to discover what lives below the calm, one might be damaged to discover a sharp-toothed, glaring monster at the end of their hook. This monster is angry and has been known to cause injury without notice.
There is also a river with fast moving rapids, one that will take you up and carry you away if you are not well grounded. Enter at your own risk as it is home to those things that I am most passionate about. There are stones and rocks in the road; those things that I avoided dealing with. There are numerous paths. Unbeaten paths to places I have not been; smooth roads that I travel often and carefully groom for comfort. There ruts on the overused paths of convenience and dips where I’ve pondered my direction for way too long.
There is a lot to see, to experience in my world, but it isn’t always pleasant. It storming there sometimes, might be a little cold in places, and maybe a little to hot in others. To enter is something of a risk, but I believe it is a risk worth taken as one always leaves with a better understand of how different we all truly are. This is my world. Although you will never live here, each post opens a door or a window to expose both the natural beauty and the raw, instability of the terrain.
I enjoyed reading the rugged terrain of your world sha’.
Sounds pretty rough doesn’t it. But, it is my world and it is what I made it. A beautiful place once you figure out where the monsters are hiding.
Oh-oh monsters in plural? Gee, that can be rough. It is a beautiful place how you described it.
Yeah, more than one monster. I have a temper, but I learned to control it long ago. Sometimes, however, if someone plunges into that still-water lake ugly things come out. Mostly, I keep them beneath the surface. It’s been so long since I last lost control of my bad temper that I cannot even remember when it was. If not for the rain, the flowers wouldn’t grow.
Thank you for sharing your world with us Sha…
I read this, then read it again. I think I may have visited a world very much like yours in another life, it was as though I recognised it, like a brief moment of deja vu, a voice in my soul – thank you