I recently rediscovered my Tookish side. I love The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit and lately I've been longing for a similar adventure to take part in.
My brother and I were talking yesterday about adventures. We both agreed that we'd love to have a random wizard appear at our door and invite us to attend an arranged adventure. I'd like to say I wouldn't hesitate to accept the mission, but since I am currently sitting comfortably at a computer screen in the quiet of my home about to eat dinner, I suppose I couldn't say that for sure. Either way, I definitely would give it some favorable thought.
Confession time: ever since fifth grade I always dreamed of being shipwrecked. Odd? I guess so. Trying to be realistic about it, no one who is ever shipwrecked and rescued ever says "Man, I'm going to miss that place! It just felt like home! All those delicious meals of who-knows-what were just my type. How I'll miss my friends the mosquitoes! I am going to hate sleeping on a mattress again." But my unreasonable romantic Tookish side always thought it'd be the coolest thing.
Sometimes on my adventure, I'm with a friend. Just one very dear friend. Someone who by the time the adventure is over, would take a bullet for you without a second thought. Someone you'd share your meals with, the chores, victories, defeats, tears, your deep fears, someone who'd stick with you.
Other times, I'm completely alone. Lately I've had this picture in my head of the silhouette of palm trees on my sides as I look out across the water at nightfall. When it's dark, but there's a still a purple-pink hue of sunset. All alone. Just sitting there, thinking. There's a song that perfectly captures the mood of this. It's called "My Redeemer". I don't know, it just gives me that impression. This is sort of what I'm picturing...but not quite.
When I was little, I always liked playing "house". Decorating things, making pretend meals, imagining my pet beside me. I loved trouble. Somehow I would always end up in a distressing situation that I had to overcome. I'd be fighting alligators or sharks, being tossed in a storm, getting sick, losing a limb, things like that.
And as I've heard lately, the best part of the adventure is coming home again.
"I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over."
In conclusion, I'd dearly like to go on an adventure.
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