Committment

I try to see life in its simplest, most beautiful form, but the mundane stuff is an obstacle for me. Seeking the divine is not hard for me when I'm trying to do it, and certainly moments capture me, and my breath is taken away, at odd and unexpected times. But most days the mundanities stand in my way.
Such a thing is Committment.
It is at once a noble thing, a thing that allows for Purpose, and Loyalty, and Dependability, and yet it binds and chafes, at times. I find that when it seems a burden, I long for the simpler times, when Duty doesn't lead into Honor, but instead Honor can roam around and seek it's own way.
But Duty will not be forgotten, and it is to be respected. So on with Duty, and there I go... grabbing moments of my own when I can. Is this at all familiar?

I should not complain, my work is not so hard as I make it seem, and surely it is a joy to me to have a duty to fulfill, and I am sure that being without purpose is not good.

War cometh, and with him a host of duties. Who else will answer the call but me? Perhaps I will be suprised at who steps up, but even if it is just I, I will stand and answer.

St. Patrick's Day next Tuesday! How fortunate! That evening, I will be assisting a friend to hold a torchlight tourney. He will hold the field against any who would do honorable combat with him, in celebration of being named a Baron of the court one year ago. He does great honor to the crown, I think, and I will be glad to spend my St. Patrick's Day in support of that good deed of arms.

Almost time to pack.

Drums, drums, drums in the deep