Aragorn by Thomas M Madsen
Weâ€™re writers, storytellers, artists. Weâ€™re ephemeral yet infinite. Weâ€™re weak in our doubt and strong in our creativity.
We are a collective. We are one. Our voices, each unique, sing to the heavens and create space.
Remember this. When you look at the person next to you, know that that person is a songwriter and a poet. Know that their voice is as important to the chorus as yours. Know that their thoughts are as solid as yours, and know that even though they may seem lost, they are actually just on a different journey.
Then look in the mirror, and know that the person you are looking at is a songwriter and a poet with a strong voice in the chorus. Know that your thoughts are solid, and even though you may feel lost, you are actually just on an interesting, if perhaps sometimes difficult, journey.
Know that you are the uncrowned king.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.