The Misfortunes Of Vagnar Larson
I love words; they could be shallow or deep, hurtful or kind. Words could be emanated from the depths of the soul, or roll off the tip of the tongue. It could be deceptive, it could be factually. Depending on the person talking… and as unpredictable as humans can be, so also are words.
To be honest, the vile words hurled at people are mostly done by humans that should know better. I mean, Christians trying to be Christ-like… even the son of the creator never condescended or spoke hurtful words to anyone when he walked the earth, aren’t we gunning to be more like Him? The world is what it is today because people failed to tame their tongues or failed to live up to their well-spoken words. We all know ill-spoken words can’t be unsaid, we all know words we won’t like to be hurled at us. Why do we conveniently hurl it at others; why so wicked?
“It’s true hurtful words like harsh conditions a diamond passes through have made people great, but I’d like to imagine how far they’d have gone if their minds were caressed with kind and motivating words”, Olatunde Gbenuola
Words could carry your very essence or pain, your scars, or even the road map to your heart… as much as I love words; there are certain experiences or moments when you find yourself not being able to compose any words.
Vagnar’s lips trembled “Heaven couldn’t wait for you, now go on… go home”, he concluded reading the Eulogy out at the father’s burial ceremony when he was 9 years old a day after his birthday. That seems unfair for such a young child? Not really, He insisted, he was as brave as they come. Words can be hurled at you at any particular time, words of admiration or words that trigger. However, we have the power to choose what we’d do with it.
Vagnar again, found himself reading the Eulogy at his mother’s burial 5 years after his father’s. That’s much pain for a 14 years old lonely child now orphan. Both of Vagnar’s parents were victims of cancer, the only disease that comes at random and eats up the body from the inside getting powerful with each passing moment. Some people are lucky to win battles against this scourge called cancer, with deep barrel scars of a warrior, some people aren’t that lucky. Vagnar’s loss didn’t break him; he survived the negative moment of his life and rose like a phoenix through the ashes of pain and loss, or did he?
We have people filled with benevolent emotions that they live by, with the ability to love without holding back. Vagnar Larson chose to bask in the abundance of his emotions, love was a lifestyle. The problem about people that open their hearts to others by default is; their frail hearts become easy targets to the scum of this world… It was hard to cope without the love of both his parents but a good soul would always find ways to burn off negative energy. Vagnar’s father willed his empire to his son but he was only getting the keys to the said empire at the age of 30.
“You are a gift to this world, find yourself before you take on this gift I’ll leave behind for you and the generations after you”, said Vagnar as he pondered out loud on the Eve of his 30th birthday.
“Well dad, I did find myself. Even in death, you believed in me”, Vagnar smiled as he stared at the people at the bar there to celebrate with him.
Vagnar was a great artist; he had a unique mind that brought pictures to life. To be fair, he had never had to work a day in his life for money but out of the luxury of time and abundance. He made a name for himself easily by embracing his passion for painting exquisite, well sought-after, and valuable art.
Although, Life for anyone who dives into the world of art can be so lonely… the mind of the gifted is a very lonely place. Well, maybe not so lonely if you consider the voices in the head. Vagnar moved from city to city acknowledging those who wanted to know the genius behind the exquisite and tasteful arts. Made millions from selling off his work and technically became a multi-millionaire before 30…
“Cheers to the big three-zero!” yelled Captain François the pilot of his private jet at the bar not so far from the airport
“Ease up on the champagne captain, I’d like to get back home whole again”, Vagnar teased as the crew laughed. Life was just getting started for Vagnar, he was on top of his world at the time.
At different intervals in our lives, we come across people that are predestined to have huge impacts in our lives; sometimes they’re divine, sometimes diabolical. Unfortunately, most of the time we don’t discern the diabolical people we cross paths with until…...
To be honest, the vile words hurled at people are mostly done by humans that should know better. I mean, Christians trying to be Christ-like… even the son of the creator never condescended or spoke hurtful words to anyone when he walked the earth, aren’t we gunning to be more like Him? The world is what it is today because people failed to tame their tongues or failed to live up to their well-spoken words. We all know ill-spoken words can’t be unsaid, we all know words we won’t like to be hurled at us. Why do we conveniently hurl it at others; why so wicked?
“It’s true hurtful words like harsh conditions a diamond passes through have made people great, but I’d like to imagine how far they’d have gone if their minds were caressed with kind and motivating words”, Olatunde Gbenuola
Words could carry your very essence or pain, your scars, or even the road map to your heart… as much as I love words; there are certain experiences or moments when you find yourself not being able to compose any words.
Vagnar’s lips trembled “Heaven couldn’t wait for you, now go on… go home”, he concluded reading the Eulogy out at the father’s burial ceremony when he was 9 years old a day after his birthday. That seems unfair for such a young child? Not really, He insisted, he was as brave as they come. Words can be hurled at you at any particular time, words of admiration or words that trigger. However, we have the power to choose what we’d do with it.
Vagnar again, found himself reading the Eulogy at his mother’s burial 5 years after his father’s. That’s much pain for a 14 years old lonely child now orphan. Both of Vagnar’s parents were victims of cancer, the only disease that comes at random and eats up the body from the inside getting powerful with each passing moment. Some people are lucky to win battles against this scourge called cancer, with deep barrel scars of a warrior, some people aren’t that lucky. Vagnar’s loss didn’t break him; he survived the negative moment of his life and rose like a phoenix through the ashes of pain and loss, or did he?
We have people filled with benevolent emotions that they live by, with the ability to love without holding back. Vagnar Larson chose to bask in the abundance of his emotions, love was a lifestyle. The problem about people that open their hearts to others by default is; their frail hearts become easy targets to the scum of this world… It was hard to cope without the love of both his parents but a good soul would always find ways to burn off negative energy. Vagnar’s father willed his empire to his son but he was only getting the keys to the said empire at the age of 30.
“You are a gift to this world, find yourself before you take on this gift I’ll leave behind for you and the generations after you”, said Vagnar as he pondered out loud on the Eve of his 30th birthday.
“Well dad, I did find myself. Even in death, you believed in me”, Vagnar smiled as he stared at the people at the bar there to celebrate with him.
Vagnar was a great artist; he had a unique mind that brought pictures to life. To be fair, he had never had to work a day in his life for money but out of the luxury of time and abundance. He made a name for himself easily by embracing his passion for painting exquisite, well sought-after, and valuable art.
Although, Life for anyone who dives into the world of art can be so lonely… the mind of the gifted is a very lonely place. Well, maybe not so lonely if you consider the voices in the head. Vagnar moved from city to city acknowledging those who wanted to know the genius behind the exquisite and tasteful arts. Made millions from selling off his work and technically became a multi-millionaire before 30…
“Cheers to the big three-zero!” yelled Captain François the pilot of his private jet at the bar not so far from the airport
“Ease up on the champagne captain, I’d like to get back home whole again”, Vagnar teased as the crew laughed. Life was just getting started for Vagnar, he was on top of his world at the time.
At different intervals in our lives, we come across people that are predestined to have huge impacts in our lives; sometimes they’re divine, sometimes diabolical. Unfortunately, most of the time we don’t discern the diabolical people we cross paths with until…...