A few words from Drizzt

**Jason** · 02-25-2003, 02:48 PM

Ok, I know some of you are fans of his and have read his books. For those that don't know Drizzt Do'Urden is a popular character in the Forgotten Realms series of books writing by R.A. Salvatore. In the books you will read some of his journal before the chapter starts sometimes. Well I just picked up Sea of Swords and found this before one of the chapters. I found it interesting and thought others might like to read it. So sit back and enjoy.

It is good to be home. It is good to hear the wind of Icewind Dale, to feel its invigorating bite, like some reminder that I am alive.
That seems such a sself-evident thing-- that I, that we, are alive -- and yet, too often, I fear, we easily forget the importance of that simple fact. It is so easy to forget that you are truly alive, or at least, to appreciate that you are truly alive, that every sunrise is yours to view and every sunset is yours to enjoy.
And all those hours in between, and all those hours after dusk, are yours to make of what you will.
It is easy to miss the possibility that every peson who crosses your path can become an event and a memory, good or bad, to fill in the hours with experience instead of tedium, to break the monotony of the passing moments. Thos wasted moments, those hours of sameness, of routine, are the enemy, I say, are little stretches of death within the moments of life.
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We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hop--nay, the iron will!-- to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under the sunshine or under starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance every step, be they through gardens of bright flowers or through deep snows.
The young know this truth so many of the old, or even middle-aged, have forgotten. Such is the source of the anger, the jealousy, that so many exhibit toward the young. So many times have I head the common lament, "If only I could go back to that age, knowing what I now know!" Those words amuse me profoundly, for in truth, the lament should be, "If only I could reclaim the lust and the joy I knew then!"
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But I can be patient and convince myself of the best. For to brood upon my fears for him, I am defeating the entire purpose of my own life.
That I will not do.
There is too much beauty.
There are too many monsters and too many rouges.
There is too much fun.

- Drizzt Do'Urden

**angel** · 02-25-2003, 05:05 PM

Wonderful stuff. Great message. I have not heard of this author before but will check more into him.

02-25-2003, 02:48 PM	#1 (permalink)
Jason Faugh a ballagh Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: Pasco, FL Posts: 8,476 OS: Windows Vista My System Blog Entries: 2	A few words from Drizzt Ok, I know some of you are fans of his and have read his books. For those that don't know Drizzt Do'Urden is a popular character in the Forgotten Realms series of books writing by R.A. Salvatore. In the books you will read some of his journal before the chapter starts sometimes. Well I just picked up Sea of Swords and found this before one of the chapters. I found it interesting and thought others might like to read it. So sit back and enjoy. It is good to be home. It is good to hear the wind of Icewind Dale, to feel its invigorating bite, like some reminder that I am alive. That seems such a sself-evident thing-- that I, that we, are alive -- and yet, too often, I fear, we easily forget the importance of that simple fact. It is so easy to forget that you are truly alive, or at least, to appreciate that you are truly alive, that every sunrise is yours to view and every sunset is yours to enjoy. And all those hours in between, and all those hours after dusk, are yours to make of what you will. It is easy to miss the possibility that every peson who crosses your path can become an event and a memory, good or bad, to fill in the hours with experience instead of tedium, to break the monotony of the passing moments. Thos wasted moments, those hours of sameness, of routine, are the enemy, I say, are little stretches of death within the moments of life. [cut out some stuff] We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hop--nay, the iron will!-- to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under the sunshine or under starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance every step, be they through gardens of bright flowers or through deep snows. The young know this truth so many of the old, or even middle-aged, have forgotten. Such is the source of the anger, the jealousy, that so many exhibit toward the young. So many times have I head the common lament, "If only I could go back to that age, knowing what I now know!" Those words amuse me profoundly, for in truth, the lament should be, "If only I could reclaim the lust and the joy I knew then!" [cut out some more. :D] But I can be patient and convince myself of the best. For to brood upon my fears for him, I am defeating the entire purpose of my own life. That I will not do. There is too much beauty. There are too many monsters and too many rouges. There is too much fun. - Drizzt Do'Urden __________________ Posting Tips \| Advice for New People \| Common Fixes \| Agus na damnaithe fágtha gan focal Glaoigh ormsa i measc na naomh

02-25-2003, 05:05 PM	#2 (permalink)
angel Join Date: Sep 2002 Posts: 489 OS: Windows XP	Wonderful stuff. Great message. I have not heard of this author before but will check more into him.