Introduction: This is a small one of using the series Cardcaptor Sakura as a setting.
Summer always had a very distinctive shine. A clearness in the air allowed light to truly be part of all things. Wherever the eye laid gaze was as if the world wanted to be witnessed, made itself strong in the mind and powerful in the spirit. Warmth is a quality of perception, it exists in what we see and feel as much as in our own souls. Love and Will are gifts that the world bestows upon us selflessly; and we owe our home, our school, our neighborhood, our city so much.
Why should we fight the influence of beauty the world so gracefully offers us? When our lives are a source of endless joy it seems foolish to venture unto self pity as if were to offer solace. Those we have found, and cherished, and lost are viewed with melancholy instead of gratefulness. The wise find and hold to love around us, their path is clear. Happiness was never the more conspicuous option, if anything it was merely the most inviting one.
It cannot be denied that there is gain reflecting on our past. Often times we are too concerned by our own superficiality to actually experience things. Certainly we carry on with our lives, but do we truly live them? Courage and weakness are separated by only a subtle space in our heart, often they seem to influence our lives by chance alone. There is then a continuous feeling that we are only truly alive in our hearts and minds. Introspection validates our existence and justifies our actions. It seems oftly rude.
Rude to what? Perhaps the correct action is to feel guilt at encasing our existence in our imagination, reducing valuable lives to works of fiction. The easiest lies to believe are the ones we tell to ourselves, pride is never something we could use less of. Yet the midsummer sun still shines true. Azure skies cover and free us, the rustling wind against full trees, a birds song faintly reaches my ear. Problems are seldom in short stock, but it's hard to pin down the offender of a confused heart. Fear has always proven to be a good excuse, it has never shunned when I have called for it.
It can be that simple. It's easy to think like that; convenient. Fear and weakness, courage and happiness; can there truly be anyone that can claim that it is wrong to choose either? I want to think that the sun shines less brightly. That the world isn't more beautiful than when I laid eyes upon it yesterday. I want to feel the walls closing in on me, that the future is grim and the past the only good in my life. It would be convenient. But I don't. I want to feel sad. But I can't.
She combed her hair behind her ear. She wasn't crying. Not even close. Sakura Kinomoto opened a drawer in her room and placed a deck of cards and a small key inside of it. As she left her house without them the clouds parted and the sun lit up the morning. Convenient.