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The Cost of My Journey

I feel like I am most definitely a misfit; I don’t belong in this contemporary world. I feel like my birth has been greatly misplaced, that I’d fit in better in an older…more respectable time. I feel like people don’t understand me…and that I don’t understand other people. My mannerisms, my morals, my lifestyle, I feel is better suited for a time when men by custom were suitors and women by kind were of class. Today’s textaholic, easy come easy go world of anything goes is not something I can accept…nor is it something that will willingly, or ever, accept me. It seems wherever I go people think I’m odd and unusual. Why? I’m a young man who’s not in debt, not in trouble with the law,doesn’t have any kids, doesn’t get drunk at parties, doesn’t smoke or swear or is rude. This is unusual to them. I actually have a job, I’m going to school, and I have big dreams. This is also something most girls can’t accept either. At least how it seems to me. I feel alone because I feel misunderstood. If I’m polite or give compliments, I’m a flirt. But I already have my eyes on someone…doesn’t matter. I don’t like this society. It doesn’t like me. So I just keep moving forward, I guess. Reach my goals. Trust in God. What else is there to do? I can’t travel back in time…I can only live here, in the now. In this world. In this era. In this life. Even if that means I walk it alone…and misunderstood along the way. The path to greatness is never an easy one, it seems. Well, if greatness is my destiny. In whatever form of manifestation it shapes its self to be within my life. So I trudge ever on…it’s just the loneliness that stings the most. Always has…always will. I just pray to God that one day I won’t have to walk this path alone….that maybe….just maybe….there’d be someone out there who not only understands me for me…but will actually want to walk this path with me. Who will be there no matter what. Perhaps I’m asking too much? :3 We’ll see. Only time can tell….

With Regards,

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historical-nonfiction: The emperor Diocletian solved the 3rd century crisis (in very interesting but draconian ways that I may discuss more in-depth later). He also gave the Roman Empire four emperors. You read that correctly. The “Empire” was split into four quadrants, each ruled by a different man. Technically, there were two “Augustii” who were kind of like senior emperors, and two “Caesars” or junior emperors. When an Augustus died or stepped down, a Caesar would take his place, and a new Caesar would be chosen. And in theory, these four emperors would be ruling one united Roman Empire. As you can guess, it didn’t really work that way. Within their quadrants, each Augustus or Caesar was really a king, with a capital, palace, court of hangers-on, the whole she-bang. Everyone was so grateful to Diocletian for fixing the aforementioned economic crisis, though, that the empire somehow stayed peaceful. Even when he retired to his lavish palace (Diocletian was the first emperor to retire, too) the system stayed intact pretty much out of respect and/or fear of him. The instant Diocletian died, though, it all fell apart. Civil war ensued, and the heir to one of the quadrants won, becoming Constantine I.
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historical-nonfiction:

The emperor Diocletian solved the 3rd century crisis (in very interesting but draconian ways that I may discuss more in-depth later). He also gave the Roman Empire four emperors. You read that correctly. The “Empire” was split into four quadrants, each ruled by a different man. Technically, there were two “Augustii” who were kind of like senior emperors, and two “Caesars” or junior emperors. When an Augustus died or stepped down, a Caesar would take his place, and a new Caesar would be chosen. And in theory, these four emperors would be ruling one united Roman Empire.

As you can guess, it didn’t really work that way. Within their quadrants, each Augustus or Caesar was really a king, with a capital, palace, court of hangers-on, the whole she-bang. Everyone was so grateful to Diocletian for fixing the aforementioned economic crisis, though, that the empire somehow stayed peaceful. Even when he retired to his lavish palace (Diocletian was the first emperor to retire, too) the system stayed intact pretty much out of respect and/or fear of him. The instant Diocletian died, though, it all fell apart. Civil war ensued, and the heir to one of the quadrants won, becoming Constantine I.

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