..::Epic- Surpassing the usual and the ordinary; Heroic and impressive in quality::..
This guy? Up there? He's epic. He embodies everything I have always wanted to be after I have rolled along right over the hill... Epic. He is the greatest literary master of all time (That's pretty much... well, for lack of a better word epic) and he smokes a pipe. In a red leather chair. In a library... lit only by a single fireplace. Oh, and the chair's back is to the door... Now that's epic.
BUT! I have realized something... quite tragic. Please don't get offended or refuse to speak to me, it's just that this thought never before truly occurred to me.... I. never. get. to. be. an. epic. old. man. I will never be the one to smoke the pipe. I will never sit in a red leather chair. Nor will I ever be in the library... lit by only a single fireplace. I must go think real fast. but perhaps... just perhaps... I will be the first epic old woman....
..::Not all who wander are lost~ J.R.R. Tolkien::..




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