In honour of Crown Prince Rudolf of Austria-Hungary (August 21th 1858 - January 30th 1889)
Rest in peace little one
Crowned Prince
It’s a bit belated, but the occasion still needs to be recognized. Exactly a week from today and 123 years ago, Prince Rudolf of the Austrian- Hungarian Empire committed suicide at the age of thirty with his lover by shooting a bullet into both of their heads. His Parents Emperor Franz Joseph and Empress Elisabeth (Sisi) both suffered greatly with the loss of their only son, as well as his sisters Giesela and Marie-Valerie whom he was very close to. Even though this all happened over a hundred years ago the loss of a loved one is a wound that tattoos itself upon the heart, never truly leaving. Prince Rudolf, wherever your spirit now resides I hope you are happy and know that your family, no matter how dysfunctional loved you and still love you, and I wish I could say all that I wish too. And to those out there whom have lost those they love know you are not alone and though the pain will only numb over time its a constant reminder that they Did live, that they were apart of your life and the peice of your heart that they took will never die as long it beats in your chest, so in memory they will never leave you.
Rest In Peace Beloved Prince and May the Stars Guide You into Heaven.
Pretend
Remember when you were little, and a stick was the most amazing invention in the world? It wasn’t just a stick but it was a fishing pole to catch the BIG one, it was a gun to catch the bad guys with, it was a staff, a cane, a spear, and even a wand. It was all those things because as kids the world of imagination is open to us, the door is wide open and inviting. But what happens when we grow up? what happens to that door? I watch people who I used to play princess dress up with or fight monsters together and it was the greatest time ever. Now, that door of imagination has closed on them and the very idea of running around being a ninja is simply beneath them. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I miss those days where I could jump in a pool and pretend to be a mermaid without being judged (Yes I still do that). I want to be able to run around the park making pew pew noises and not have people my age go: Oh that poor dear must be messed up in the head. I miss those days of pretend, not because I’m immature (ok maybe a little) but because when your playing pretend, your allowed to be anyone you want, whatever you want. Many of the games I played involved magical powers ( I usually always had something to do with the elements) and defeating the evil guy who wanted to absorb every speck of power to rule the world BWAHAHAHAHA. Lets go back to that shall we? to when being an astronaut was possible right in your own backyard and no one could tell you any different. Lets open that door back up, and unleash the world of imagination.
