Honour: To stray a little

Humanity needs to expand its mind
It's been doing so for quite a while
Looking for new experiences to find
New methods and techniques to trial

But to do so can be frightening
Intimidating to the average soul
For every experience they find enlightening
There'll be another to annul

We're certainly scared of straying a lot
Those fellows are just completely wild
Better to do something safe soon forgot
Experience a life more mild

It's by small differences that we gain our pride
It helps define who we are in essence
Helps us to be set a little aside
Gives us new life lessons

Straying from the path has it's own reward
Be it a run, jog, stride or hobble
But I ask you to stray a little as you go forward
Trust me, you'll be better for the trouble.

Honour: Finding honour in a broken soul

There are no whole beings any more

No creatures who are fully intact

Some beings give away part of themselves to others

Entrusting them, even though the other may not be aware

A beautiful sign of how much they can care

Each reducing themselves to become more together

They are not broken by such actions

They are all together more wonderful by doing so

But others find that same act harder

Because it's possible to lose yourself without giving it away

It's possible to not know where part of a being has gone

Just that that part absent. Not here.

Somewhere far away yet oh so close.

Paralysed bodies preventing restoration of a piece within arm's reach

And then others talk of honour

Of how good it is to be whole

And they mean not to be vicious or callous, but there's no honour in a broken soul

They just don't understand. And have never had reason to.

Yet they might be hiding an absence themselves

It does not do to assume you alone are broken

For the beauty is not in keeping yourself whole for eternity

Yet nor is there romance in being a broken being

Life is for searching. For adding, subtracting, swapping and dividing.

Maybe growing a little bolder. Filling a couple gaps more than you create.

Not embracing the brokenness, but perhaps becoming a little more accepting of it

For you are your edges, curves and cracks all together

And then maybe, someday.

You can share some of your broken self with another. And they'll share their broken self back with you. 

I literally have no idea what I've just written. I couldn't write it again. But it's very different to how I usually write, which is good. I just had this song playing, and started writing. Maybe it makes more sense if you listen to it - http://levipatel.bandcamp.com/track/and-she-translated-into-the-sky

I do not claim to be an expert on depression, nor (for the most part) a sufferer of it. But I did have that in mind when writing, so I hope I've done it justice. 

Honour: Honour Among Superheroes

I don't have a great origin story.

Unlike most heroes, my story is kind of dull - I've had my powers since my birth.

Unless you'd consider most childbirth gory,

There's nothing to distinguish mine from every other child on Earth

I was personally tutored from a young age

Taught multiple types of Engineering, I could get degrees overnight

Though my education was not just based on the page

See it was considered compulsory for me to learn how to fight

And I was great at my crafts

I became one of the strongest superheroes ever known

To oppose me was considered daft

I was a king of fear, who wasn't even aware he had a throne

I had been blessed with many powers

Which meant that there was no equal to me on the streets

Yet I wondered for many any hour

If there would be something that would eventually lead me to defeat

I became introspective of my plight

I turned to studies in a way no hero has before

Mine was a different kind of fight

One no one could have dreamt would be in store

So I studied philosophy

Tried to work out the motive behind my actions

I studied psychology

Why heroes and villains would always be split into factions 

I took a very bold decision

I talked to my nemeses, to all who opposed me

But I could never envision

The final result of my extended study

See, humans are a competitive race

We can't stand to be less good at anything than a rival

There's no greater insult than second place

So, with utmost certainty, I could predict the next great arrival

That if I kept on as I was

One would soon arrive who could match my strength

It would happen because

I'd cornered the enemy and hustled them at length

Either they gave up and went home

A rule of fear from my power controlling them at last

Or they would gather up every tome

To summon a rival, and they'd do it fast

So I made a choice

A final addition of the superhero coda

I summoned strength in my voice

And announced my heroing days as over

It was difficult

And draw so many criticisms and complaints

There grew cults

Worshipping me as Antichrist and saint

For I did not give my reason

I could not make the system self-aware

So my actions were simply treason

As for my motives, they didn't care

I still long for duty

I still long for such simple, straight forward solutions

Yet they'll never recruit me

My restraint must hold with resolution

The greatest act

That I'll ever do, with whom's legacy I am smitten

That I am in fact

The best hero, by being none, shall never be written

Honour: what is honour?

What is honour?

Is it the respect of our peers that we've made good life decisions to get to the present point
Is it fighting our fears until we're no longer scared or put out of joint
Is there honour in seeking out pleasures we enjoy, even if others don't think we should be allowed
Is there honour in certain social restrictive measures, so that we fit in more with a crowd

Is the honour in self-sacrifice?
Is the honour in self-realisation?
Is the honour in giving others our advice?
Is the honour in patience and hesitation?

It is hoped we are perceived as honourable
That we are worthy of that high esteem
But we all hold different things as venerable
So it's hard to say exactly what honourable should mean

For myself, I believe honour to be with those who don't know
And admit willingly they still have much that needs to be learned
Who try to advance themselves, with no aim where to go
The lost but willing. That's where I see honour is earned