Hathor: What brings you joy? [an important question for Zelda]
✧ Mythology Asks. | ( accepting those I have yet to answer! )
SHE WAS NO GOOD IN MOST WHAT SHE DID – besides when it came to study and learn more about their world. But she could not answer the question if she ever felt true joy when she actually discovered something new in their ancient history or when her eyes found a new life-form which she had only seen in some of her books so far. The excitement was always the very same – a sudden wave of HAPPINESS flowing through her body until she felt this distant satisfaction – but naught more. Most certainly she was glad to be able to study relicts or find something new in their wide world; but this was perhaps not what she loved the most. What truly touched her HEART deep inside. Naturally after living with her shame for so long she indeed enjoyed to do something in what she was actually good in – observing, learning, explaining – and it was truly relieving to know that she was no burden for these subjects, that her opinion did matter in some way or another. But even then she was never completely free; always imprisoned in this mindset of knowing that this was not good enough. The relief and the happiness never lasted for too long; and when she noticed the disappointed gaze of her father, she instantly lost these emotions completely. Her hopes would always rise to the heaven only to fall deeper into the abyss; and whilst she dared to hope that there would be some change to it someday, there never was. The young princess enjoyed the PRAISE, enjoyed it to be helpful – to actually see smiling faces around her and not these worried gazes resting on her. It almost felt…as if she was reborn as someone complete different, without her divine destiny awaiting her. And yet she would eventually be reminded of it that she always had to return to the SELF everyone wanted to see.
She was never free – not even in one fading moment. In the very end she was always the princess to them.
DID SHE EVER FEEL TRUE JOY AT ALL?
HER GAZE FELL ON THE SMALL FLOWER IN FRONT OF HER – one which was rare to find by now in these lands, but the shape of their petals, the shining blue and the white, never failed to amaze her. Midst the field of endless green and yellow, the silent princess was still surviving, all by itself, without any help. Nonetheless its petals were the most beautiful; even compared to the countless petals of different colors nearby. She was exactly like this rare flower which was only seen in the most isolated places of Hyrule – not growing in any other place but where her soul was free. A faint smile appeared on her lips while she was watching the flower beneath her, daring to kneel down as if she was naught but a FRIEND who wanted to remain near its side. And she truly was similar to a friend, protecting it by her presence. Just being here, silently listening to the wind’s soft whisper and watching the movements of the green in front of her was soothing – setting her soul free. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she lifted one of her hands as if she wanted to touch it – but she did not dare to let her fingertips reach the stem, knowing that the silent princess wished to remain at this place, watching over anyone else. No one expected of her to change the color of its petals or to remain stunningly beautiful inside a flower vase before withering. Instead it would live on for seemingly an eternity. The young princess wished to share the same fate; to wither like this one day, just being her true self.
THE SIGHT REACHED HER INNERMOST – embraced her in some way she barely knew. Her tone was soft, perhaps too fragile for a princess; but it was her true self who had found at least little PEACE in this very moment. Being her true self was all she needed; and it made her forget of the burden she had to bear, of the expectations she had to fulfill.
‘I like this place – it is so peaceful. HERE. Do you see this? The SILENT PRINCESS is growing even here.’
THE YOUNG PRINCESS STILL WORSE THE SAME SMILE ON HER PURE LIPS, an honest one – and truly, even without saying another word, one would be able to recognize that she had finally found the moment in which she indeed felt joy. As fragile as this moment was, it still held a special MEANING; not one fitting for a princess but rather for a plagued soul who had found her true self. Her moment of JOY.