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Diminishing Returns.
- Mar 13, 2007
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Good evening boys and girls. I’m here tonight to tell you a story. A story as old as time. A story that we all have, are or will live.
Our story begins many seasons ago. A fresh-faced youngster, let’s call this person fbd, wandered into the town of sweet with stars in his eyes and hope in is heart. fbd was relieved, he’d been wandering for weeks, his feet sore and his head weary, looking for a place to settle down and find a community. The town of Sweet was going through a boom, and fbd was here for a fresh start. This youngster spent the first few days tentetively exploring the town, meeting the locals, and learning all about the seasonal festivities. These festivities sounded amazing, the glory on offer, the comradery, the ‘gentle’ ribbing. These were things that fbd was keen to get involved in, it was something that he’d been longing for. fbd was set, Sweet was for him.
fbd built himself a little maroon home, aligned himself with one of the quaint local teams and went about settling in. One little thing was missing however. In the center of every townspersons home was a fireplace. fbd had noticed this through windows and visiting his new friends. All these fireplaces had cosy fires of different sizes warming the houses. fbd’s however was unlit, he was confused, what was he missing? He was told by some older hats that everything will be right, he just had to wait a little. So wait fbd did.
fbd pushed the fire issue from his mind, he wouldn’t be distracted as the start of the festivities would be starting soon. He needed to ready himself. He wanted to put his best foot forward.
Now folks that first day was a blur, it was pure joy. fbd had never felt this way. This warmth within himself. He’d found his place. Giddy with happiness he wandered home with his new found friends. As they walked they chatted, laughed and teased each other. fbd was riding high, the warmth grew. Then the strangest thing happened, a little spark of fire appeared in his hand. He felt a strong slap on the back, as a local champion said ‘there you go, you got the spark’.
fbd raced home and lit his fireplace.
The fire is integral to the town of Sweet. It fuels us, it warms us, it fills us with passion. For fbd it was no different. As the seasons changed and the festivities were renewed, fbd’s fire raged, it was bright, one of the brightest in the town. Sure it sometimes waxed and waned. Sometimes things got hard and the fire dimmed a little but it always came back, lighting fbd’s way. Some say a few seasons ago his was the brightest in the whole town, raging like no other. fbd never questioned his fire. Positive it was always going to be there.
fbd however had seen friends leave town with their fires bright leaving on a high, some left after their fires died, some even disappeared without a trace. He’d seen some friends desperately holding onto a dying fire, hoping that that little spark would return. Sometimes it did, sometimes it didn’t
This would never happed to fbd. He was sure of it. Sweet was his place. This is where he belonged.
Time changes everything though.
fbd went about his business like he always did, laughing, chatting and even some gentle ribbing. Sweet was good, it was always good. But as time ticked distractions crept in, and the town began to change and then one day fbd looked out the window perplexed. He barely recognized the town. It was like someone had come through and reshuffled everything. So many new faces. So many old faces gone or unrecognizable. The town was so much bigger as well. There was so much going on. fbd felt overwhelmed. There was so much noise This wasn’t what he remembered. What had he been doing? He’d always changed and adapted before, he'd always been able to filter the noise to his liking... what had happened this time? He looked at his work table, letters everywhere from someone called RL, all these letters, all these distraction, some trivial, some not so. All dragging him away from Sweet. He realized that he’s been less involved in the festivities, that he hasn’t laughed in a while. Mentally he hadn't been there.
Then panic.
fbd ran into the living room. There it was. The fire. Barely visible. fbd fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. The very thing he said would never happen, was happening right before his watery eyes. His fire was dying. He’s burned bright, but now it’s all fading away.
And that readers brings us to this very moment. His mind is spinning. He knows he needs to find a spark, but he doesn’t know where to look. He doesn’t even know where to begin. And he’s afraid that he might never find the spark again. fbd has one foot out the door, hoping that he’ll come raging back.
Our story begins many seasons ago. A fresh-faced youngster, let’s call this person fbd, wandered into the town of sweet with stars in his eyes and hope in is heart. fbd was relieved, he’d been wandering for weeks, his feet sore and his head weary, looking for a place to settle down and find a community. The town of Sweet was going through a boom, and fbd was here for a fresh start. This youngster spent the first few days tentetively exploring the town, meeting the locals, and learning all about the seasonal festivities. These festivities sounded amazing, the glory on offer, the comradery, the ‘gentle’ ribbing. These were things that fbd was keen to get involved in, it was something that he’d been longing for. fbd was set, Sweet was for him.
fbd built himself a little maroon home, aligned himself with one of the quaint local teams and went about settling in. One little thing was missing however. In the center of every townspersons home was a fireplace. fbd had noticed this through windows and visiting his new friends. All these fireplaces had cosy fires of different sizes warming the houses. fbd’s however was unlit, he was confused, what was he missing? He was told by some older hats that everything will be right, he just had to wait a little. So wait fbd did.
fbd pushed the fire issue from his mind, he wouldn’t be distracted as the start of the festivities would be starting soon. He needed to ready himself. He wanted to put his best foot forward.
Now folks that first day was a blur, it was pure joy. fbd had never felt this way. This warmth within himself. He’d found his place. Giddy with happiness he wandered home with his new found friends. As they walked they chatted, laughed and teased each other. fbd was riding high, the warmth grew. Then the strangest thing happened, a little spark of fire appeared in his hand. He felt a strong slap on the back, as a local champion said ‘there you go, you got the spark’.
fbd raced home and lit his fireplace.
The fire is integral to the town of Sweet. It fuels us, it warms us, it fills us with passion. For fbd it was no different. As the seasons changed and the festivities were renewed, fbd’s fire raged, it was bright, one of the brightest in the town. Sure it sometimes waxed and waned. Sometimes things got hard and the fire dimmed a little but it always came back, lighting fbd’s way. Some say a few seasons ago his was the brightest in the whole town, raging like no other. fbd never questioned his fire. Positive it was always going to be there.
fbd however had seen friends leave town with their fires bright leaving on a high, some left after their fires died, some even disappeared without a trace. He’d seen some friends desperately holding onto a dying fire, hoping that that little spark would return. Sometimes it did, sometimes it didn’t
This would never happed to fbd. He was sure of it. Sweet was his place. This is where he belonged.
Time changes everything though.
fbd went about his business like he always did, laughing, chatting and even some gentle ribbing. Sweet was good, it was always good. But as time ticked distractions crept in, and the town began to change and then one day fbd looked out the window perplexed. He barely recognized the town. It was like someone had come through and reshuffled everything. So many new faces. So many old faces gone or unrecognizable. The town was so much bigger as well. There was so much going on. fbd felt overwhelmed. There was so much noise This wasn’t what he remembered. What had he been doing? He’d always changed and adapted before, he'd always been able to filter the noise to his liking... what had happened this time? He looked at his work table, letters everywhere from someone called RL, all these letters, all these distraction, some trivial, some not so. All dragging him away from Sweet. He realized that he’s been less involved in the festivities, that he hasn’t laughed in a while. Mentally he hadn't been there.
Then panic.
fbd ran into the living room. There it was. The fire. Barely visible. fbd fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. The very thing he said would never happen, was happening right before his watery eyes. His fire was dying. He’s burned bright, but now it’s all fading away.
And that readers brings us to this very moment. His mind is spinning. He knows he needs to find a spark, but he doesn’t know where to look. He doesn’t even know where to begin. And he’s afraid that he might never find the spark again. fbd has one foot out the door, hoping that he’ll come raging back.
