Philosophy in writing

I often put my personal philosophy in the words I write. Here is how I open the first chapter of Birth of Legends. Do you agree with this?

Chapter One

Awakenings

“Friendship can change the world.” The Chronicler addressed the congregants and distinguished visitors to the Zion Traveler Church of Greater Onger. He so enjoyed constructing a familial feeling in order to redirect it in order to prove a greater point.

“Look around at your friends here. Try to envision your life without their influence.” He allowed a hush to fall. He continued, dropping his volume. “Now think of it after your lifelong friend is gone.” He had perfected quiet projection; everyone in the vast auditorium heard his request. “I can see those with deep friendships not really wanting to think about such, but settle your mind on what it took of yourself for you to be that friend. You had to give first. You had to give often. You had to compromise first. Wealth, power, even land cannot be taken with you. What can you take? Memories,” the Chronicler said.

All the members of the Zion Traveler Church of Greater Onger took the same week off of work every summer to hold special meetings and services. The Chronicler would attend every year he could. During the day, the church parishioners would scatter across the city in small groups, fixing and cleaning homes of the elderly. They gave food to the needy, they visited to the lonely,they ministered to those in jail, and they tended the sick. During the evening, they invited everyone to a time of singing and teaching. This night, the Chronicler had the privilege of being the keynote speaker. He spoke on what he knew best, true friendship.

“No one enough emotional reservoir to be a true friend to each person you meet. You can be friendly. However, you must choose which relationship you are going to pour your heart and soul into.” He stopped, tears welling up in his eyes.

He gained his composure and continued. “This comes at a devastating price. The loss of a true friend will leave a hole in your soul that will not be filled. The rest of your life will have moments consumed with what you could have done or said. Other times, you will want to share the big events and accomplishments, yet those ears and hearts will not be there to rejoice with you. Sometimes, in the quite calm of solitude, you will hear their laughter. Your heart will break.” He swallowed the huge lump in his throat. His voice uncharacteristically broke. “But this should never keep you from extending your love, respect, and inner self with your true friends. It only makes the relationship stronger. It makes you stronger. It makes you whole. The only thing that will never pass away into dust is the relationship of a true friend. Thus your world will be changed.” The Chronicler sat down on the podium, tears streaming, to the quiet of people reaching out to one another. He missed his friends.