Budgie’s Journal #167 – The Long Lost Art of the Sacrifice
If there was a volcano, I’d leap inside to appease my angry gods save my village. And no, I don’t expect to be fired back out and land safely in the ocean like Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.
Also note that I’m not actually planning on doing this, and this post is not a cry for help. I’m only working with a combination of metaphors, symbolism, and sarcasm. Don’t take it too seriously.
Sacrifice is a funny thing. Self sacrifice is funnier. I’m not saying it isn’t a noble act when one gives up all for the greater good. I’m just saying… I don’t know what I’m saying.
Let me start over.
I know little about actual sacrifice. Sure, I’ve sacrificed my free time for my family, my sanity for my craft, and my wellbeing for monetary gain… OK. I lost focus again. It seems like I do understand this concept.
But it’s something else entirely to be asked to give something up, something major, something near and dear to you. And for what? To do something you can do yourself? To do something you should do yourself?
I’m getting into the territory where I need to cite specific examples, make sense of this ramblings, or wrap it the hell up. I won’t cite the very specific and very personal example in case the person who asked for my sacrifice should happen upon this. Hell, I doubt they’d even remember suggesting such a thing from me (twice in the last two weeks). Also, these are ramblings of a freshly-caffeinated soul. They don’t have to always make sense.
So that leaves us with option three. So I’ll wrap this up before it gets out of hand and I’m full-on ranting. Thank you for sacrificing some free time to read me.