from green to black

one of those mr virtue things

lifted this off my ex oc's blog. never expected to find it though.
crap, never expected him to be this happening at all. but he's got
2 things right. triathlons and diving, yeah great experiences.

he was the best oc i had i guess. not exactly inspiring but he got
everything moving so i guess thats a credit to him. wonder if i
had always given him more trouble then i was worth as i was always
trying to move things along maybe a little too quickly. i'd never
know.

credits capt (maj now) matthew wong.

COURAGE might be the last person you'd go to for answers these
days. Unassuming, frail-looking and sometimes distracted, he
seem to lack the glamor and forcefulness of ACTION, the casual
brilliance of TALENT, or the wisdom and prudence of CAUTION.
His students, who graduate and go on to find SUCCESS, hardly
ever give him a second thought. But they forget how they first
sought COURAGE when looking for direction in their lives,
beginning new endeavours, or falling in love. Those who felt
stuck only had to speak with COURAGE to find themselves already
making a first step towards progress.

In fact, COURAGE enjoys being out of the limelight. He has never
hesitated to do the right thing, even in private, nor does he
fuss about being given credit. He has pioneered many new ideas
and techniques, largely when no one was paying him any attention,
and he could work at them with FOCUS and PATIENCE, his most
reliable colleagues. Only he could comfort ANXIETY, with gentler
kisses and quiet jokes that drew her away from her own self absorption.
COURAGE loves running marathons; what he lacks in energy and brawn,
he makes up for in spirit and persistence.

No one really knows where COURAGE came from or who his parents
were. In his youth, he was considered a hero, and many things,
good and evil, have been done in his name. But he prefers to be
remembered for his garden - where even the tiniest seeds brave
the wind and rain, he says, because it is their nature to grow or die.

I once asked COURAGE what he was afraid of. He joked that he
lived everyday in fear that it would be his last. And then as
I turned to go, he whispered to me what he truly feared above
all else: that things would remain only as they are.

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We've not seen Passion for some time now. Some say that
he's gone into hiding, others say he's living in another
country, and still others say he's being detained without
trial, although no-one knows quite what he's done to warrant
this. His absence has raised many eyebrows and quite a few
questions. Passion would have liked that. Even back in school
when we first knew him, he was always asking awkward questions
- the important ones with no easy answers. He dreamed of
becoming a public prosecutor for awhile, just so he could make
people admit what they really up to, and why.

We used to have Passion stay over weekends and during
vacations, or when we had something that had to be done.
He was good with projects, excellent with his hands,
and brilliant at coming up with unexpected solutions to
pressing problems. But he could never wait for things to
happen. Back when we were children together, adults used to
say that he had poor manners, was brash and worse, naive.
Passion never listened. He would keep his folks awake @ night,
tinkering away in the basement workshop, or spending the night in the study.

For as long as I've know him, Passion has been a poor
house guest. He has no qualms about dropping in at the most
inconvenient times, interrupting whatever I am doing,
and demanding that I listen to what he has to say. He is
obstinate, often tactless, ruthlessly uncompromising, even
when he's being put up with, and hates to be patronized -
all of which may explain why he gets into trouble ever so often.
yeah, he's gotta be me baby

A few years ago while he was doing some mission work, he met
Purpose, and was immediately entranced by her. After Passion
got engaged with Purpose, he settled into an even rhythm, although
he worked harder than ever. That was before we lost sight of him.

The last time I'd seen Passion, he had fine features,
deep-set eyes, and a certain rough charm which drew some people to him,
but put others off. He loved strong colors - night black,
angel white, bleeding red, thunderstorm blue. If you come
across him, please ask him to drop by. Let him know we miss him
- his smile, his playful seriousness, the way he would take you
by the hand and show you what you've always wanted to see.

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posted by green unseen @ 9:43 AM