I don’t normally post on Wednesdays, but recently I read this new Novel, called “Tell City”, and it was one of the best books I’ve honestly read in quite a while. I’ve been following Kaylin R. Boyd (the author) on social media since reading the book and yesterday she posted an amazing article that I wanted to share with you guys. I felt like this was worth putting in the extra effort to post on a Wednesday, so I asked her if I could share the article on my blog and she agreed! So, without further ado:
Live Your Mythic Life
My sister and I had this conversation several times in high school and maybe once or twice after. I remember a specific time. It was spring and we were driving on Sheridan road. We were crossing over Cicero Creek toward South Harbour. It might have been after school or after a day at Barnes and Noble or Noble Coffee and Tea.
She told me bitterly, “Life isn’t a story, Kaylin.”
And I argued, “Yes. It is. Just, writers know when to leave out the boring parts.”
I still think that’s true.
Though as I got older, and learned more of life’s disappointments and struggles and boring parts, my thoughts changed to not believing in happy endings. Not for everyone. Not all the time. Or maybe writers just knew where to end the story. If you kept writing and going along there was more life stuff, more disappointment.
You can put in the work and the struggle and try your best, and still fail. Sometimes you don’t make it.
Some people in the spiritual community, or people who really loved The Alchemist, say if you follow your bliss, if you’re on the right path, “…and, when you want something, all the Universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
Having sort of raised myself in the neo-pagan/magickal/spiritual community, I get this logic. It’s part of the healthy, positive-attitude dogma that rings in my head the same way I think many Christians have certain reminders like “What would Jesus do” morally lording over them.
But I’m a little bit of a darker soul, and I find the pomp and circumstance of always being happy and well adjusted, being surrounded by crystals and good vibes on social media taxing and tired. I can’t ring on that high Insta Witch vibration all the time.
I believe in the beauty in all the pain, and the bliss behind the tragedy, and I believe the Universe is a trickster.
And sometimes The Fates conspire against you, and the beautiful tragedy of it is when you keep going anyway, knowing damn fucking well you might fail.
But then, that is your path, that is your story, that is your myth.
I also know, “Sometimes you have to tell Fate when to kiss it’s own ass.”
I like the idea of “Live your Mythic life” better than “the universe conspires to help you” or “every man and every woman is a star.” I feel like those are too optimistic, like those ideas are incomplete.
Thinking of your life as a myth, as a story, rather than a charted orbit or a mission from god allows more room for error, more freedom, and, ironically, it’s more realistic.
Because myths have tricksters and gods conspiring to work against man as often as they help them. Myths have fairies that take you off your trodden path and get you lost in the woods. Myths also tell you how to find your way home again, but remind you that you won’t be the same upon your return. Myths let you know that loved ones will die probably at the worst possible time. They warn you that if you get the riddle wrong, there is a real chance you might die – that a life can be cut easily with scissors or be blown out like a candle flame, but being locked safely away in a tower is no life at all. Myths reinforce the notion that love can wake you from your worst nightmares, and that the lives of the common folks aren’t as common as they appear. They remind you to be kind to strangers, but to be weary of houses made of candy. Myths tell us that wishes can come true, but they might not be what you thought they would be.
Live your Mythic life.
You’ll never see the world if you don’t leave The Shire.
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure that you seek.
If you will never be able to push that rock to the top of that hill, for fuck sake, Sisyphus, find a different rock or walk the fuck away. Don’t be a Sisyphus.
Live the metaphor.
Be the main character in your own life.
“We are all stories in the end. So make it a good one.”
Please, go check out the original article, here. Also, I urge you to check out the novel, Tell City, that originally made me love this woman! It’s just a recommendation from me if you like fantasy, mythology, adventure, or even just a good coming-of-age book. You can also find it on Amazon as an E-book, if that’s more your style. Here is her official website, and lastly, here’s her Facebook page! So go check it out and live your mythic life!
Any thoughts on this? Let me know in the comments!