Monday, April 30, 2007


Swordsmanship was something I always wanted to do. It was a marriage of the geek and agggression in me. I would gladly have suffered fools to learn it well.

Yet, I suffered no fools. What I found was family, filling a void in me that I never thought I had.

You don't pick family. So it was with my fellow swordsmen. In my mind, I begin to see my fellow swordsmen take on roles. The strong father. The doting mother. The adventurous eldest brother, always up to some new fascinating activity. The uncle always there for you when you couldn't go to your parents. The spoilt kid sister everyone just loved. The loner middle brother, up to his own antics but somehow never far. The elder sister/mini-mother. The ah-beng cousin.

They are family. I don't know how it happened but they are. You don't choose family, after all.

You only choose what they mean to you.


Tome said...

I wonder where I will fit in that scheme of things.

Or perhaps the better question would be "Do I really want to know?" :p

We are not just a random collection of people who happen to meet regularly. We are a living, breathing, Community.

Welcome home, brother.

Anthony said...

You are the brother I trust enough to bring someone special to meet. :)

Feels like I never should have left in the first place.

Anonymous said...

So who is the father figure?

Anthony said...


Log in with a real name and I'll tell you. :)