Too many marcs to count.

That was the thought in my head when I opened my journal.
How long has it been since I have written? Too many marcs to count.
How much of my life has been recorded here? Too many marcs to count.
How much more is untold, remembered only by the landscape that bears witness to much more than will ever be spoken of aloud? Too many marcs to count.

So, who's counting?

The Fall Festival has been wonderful this year. Although, I wished I would have been lucky enough to find a Masked Bandito costume again. Fleur has been sporting some highly fashionable pirate wear - and I certainly cannot complain. The Festival is always a time for the unepexted and this year has been different than those past - including the appearance of a certain jovial, bouncing fruit: The Great Korunga. I havent met him, personally, but Ive been hearing a lot about him. Especially from Azure and Agua and there seems to be some sort of gala planned for commemoration of the gods mysterious messenger.

Mere asked me the most oddest of questions recently: Do you feel like a warrior?
Thought provoking, certainly, and more complex than the simplicity of the stated words. What should it feel like to be a warrior? Does one feel their profession? Or is it a way of life, more than a skill set that is passed on? Well, I didnt bore her with all my own thoughts of how one might come to ask if someone feels like a warrior and I did answer her with the closest approximation of my understanding.

I guess the question also reminded me of how others view warriors... and also of the many comments that I receive relative to how often I train or farm. Or rather, my lack of recent visits to the trainer. The simple truth of it is this:
There comes a point in every one's life where they find something worth fighting for, something worth dieing for, and something worth living for.
I have fought, I have felt death, and now I simply want to live. The first two are inevitable, they will happen again - but you only get one chance at truly living.

So it may not make sense to anyone else - but she makes the world right for me and more than anything, thats worth living for. All of the fighting and the dieing, even in the greatest of victories, could never make up for even a moment left to spoil when I could be making her smile. And when I fight, I am stronger than ever because I have her to live for.

Note to self:
Shortening the straps on Azures armor has gone unnoticed. She must think she has grown taller. Another tactic is needed. Remember to talk to Patton about acquiring some of his pulverized thistle needles .