Sunday, June 27 2010 3:07am- There is actually no real reason I am writing tonight. I have nothing particularly bothering my mind, but I figured I'd write and see what comes to the pages. In my own personal experience, I have found these writings usually lead to something completely unexpected. If anyone reading this is looking for some good music and like a bit more on folk side, I have fallen in love with Mumford and Sons. I am what I consider to a realist. Which usually means I have a bit more negative outlook on life and situations that come about in day to day activities. I seem to be drawn to disaster and unhappy event. Not like I go looking for them but they do seem to teach me more than anything else has ever before. As I am writing this I am listening to music and I've notice that my favorite music seems to be sad and what others may call depressing, but I seem to find these songs to be of great comfort to my own heart. They seem to me, to be something that is actually possible and something that one day I may have the unfortunate pleasure of living through a similar situation, and if I do I know that the song will pop into my head and be a shining light in a time of seemingly endless darkness. I've heard it said many times that music affects our moods, I but I argue that our moods affect our choice in musical taste. I think both sides are true though. Do I find comfort in sad songs because I'm sad, or do the songs make my mood sad? Either way it goes, I like my, what others may call depressing, music and I would rather not change it. Another question that has been plaguing my mind, is fear and love? Is it better to be feared (speaking in the form of the original root meaning of the word, respected) or loved? Which is better to be feared or loved? I'm not sure if you must have one to have the other or if they are completely separate things. I would argue they are separate. You can love a family member but not respect them, or respect a boss or co-worker without loving them. I guess I would need to have an operational definition for love, the problem with the English language is that the meaning for the words are too vague. We use the same word to show our enjoyment for our favorite food as well as our deep affection for our special someone. I've always said that the word "love" is the most powerful but over used word in the English language. On a side note, please no one take this as a hater of a English language, it is my native tongue. Since we are speaking on the topic of love, I ask another life long question. Is it better to love and lost or never loved at all. I think this question is truly unanswerable, not just for me but for all. If one person is in love with another it is the best most beautiful natural feeling that a higher power has bestowed upon humanity, but as with everything in life, it opposite is true too. When one is heartbroken nothing can compare to the soul wrenching pain that one feels, and the things that pain can lead to are incredible, yet sadly they are such things as drugs and suicide. But I must digress, it is early in the morning for me and I have to be up for an eating engagement in a few hours. Any thoughts on any of the topics or anything in general are welcome.

Friday June 25th 2010 4:05-4:27am It's been sometime since Ive logged a journal entry, and those of you whom may read this will see this is the first entry posted. As that may be true for this account, I had another that has since been forgotten about and I no longer have access to it. So this is a new beginning.As implied by the subject, the account is new, however, the meaning is as many of the other lost entries were. On my previous account I wrote about a love that I had, but never really did. To speak more clearly it was a love that I felt, but that I never had the chance to experience. This girl, whom will go by DF, was the topic of most of all my other entries. A girl whom I dont have, and truthfully never will. I lover whose company I will never share, whose hand I will never hold, and whose kiss I will only get to taste in my sweetest dream. I had since made a painful peace with knowing this, but as of recent I cant help but reply the memories that I was had with her, although some may not be as much memory as they are dreams, I still reply them in my mind's eye. I was reminicing with a new found friend after work a few days back and I cant help but think of this girl.I am writing this, knowning that she will probably never read this, or she may and not know that it was written by me.If she were to read this, I would love to think that it would appeal to her, as a man in love, and that she would feel for him, but she would not know for who the writer was. It is in the early morning for me, and I wish not to take a trip down memory lane at this time if I dont have to. As for all of those who may be wondering about my account name I shall elaborate slightly. I am a romantic person, I am a deep believer in love, but not love at first sight. Please dont misundertand what you feel at first sight of someone, it isnt love, but lust. Love comes with time and connection, lust comes at first sight. Back to what matters though. There is a song called "Perceft Lover" by a band named Kansas, it talks of a perfect lover in ones head, I dont believe the perfect lover excist outside ones head, some may come close, but perfection is a goal that may be strived for but one will always fall short of. Since I do not believe this "perfect lover" excist outside of ones own thoughts, yet other may agrue even insisted that it may, I believe this lover to be fabled. Hence why my username is Fabled Lover. I do truly hope that one day I will be proved incorrect on this matter, but until that time comes I will stand with what has been proven to be thus far in my long, but relativily short life. All comments or questions are welcomed, but any inquiring more on persons written about will not be answered as to keep the innocent protected.