Tell me your legacy

Young ones! Do you want to hear the legend of me? Do you want to hear a heroic tale? My legend dates back to the 12th Century thank you very much. My mornings begin with a cup of coffee with cream at the cafe. My afternoon begins with hot tea with two lumps of sugar. And my evenings... In the evening I change into my pajamas. Nothing beats a cup of herbal tea in the morning. Of course they are my family. Isn't it obvious? And a wonderful family they were. It happened long ago when I was still in the flower of my youth. The cities began to grow wild, people lost hope for the future. They became lazy, idol time wasters. And to my everlasting shame I was no exception. Thus, I began to watch the 7 O'Clock news religiously every night! Humming and the nightly news share a very tight connection indeed. A symphony can not be created using common sense and probabilities.It is already written in the fate of the composer. No... that's not it. A symphony is the inevitable result of a bad childhood, deafness, and too many beans eaten after a certain time of day. Thus I found myself carrying the entire weight of the troop as I preformed my dance before a capacity crowd at the opera house. One must take time to think! Rushing forward without considering things beforehand is the hight of foolishness. Ahh yes, that reminds of of another time when I had to consider things, that case was long ago but I remember it still. It was back when I still hung my hat on Bakers St. and called it home. It's quite basic actually, perhaps the simplest of tricks there is. True it may not seem so simple from an ordinary persons point of view, some people may even consider it a baffling, utterly perplexing problem. Things will often appear complicated on the outside while in truth they are simplicity itself. Of course how one sees these things depends on the person, many people find there is a fine line separating the complex to the very simple. I was all dried up. Yes, nothing could satisfy me anymore. I was but a shell of a man. An unspeakable emptiness grew deep within my heart. I became frustrated, sad, hollow. The gaping hole inside of me was growing larger everyday. Slowly consuming me from the inside out. At least until that day came. Thus at long last the fighting between the rival gangs had ended! To sum up this leads us to number 778 of the 1,000 provisions you must observe. Never mail a letter without the return address or the proper postage. And don't call collect. FOOL! As someone who is unaware of the vital role that singing has played in the cultural history of mankind you are in no position to question me. Remember that the next time you stop to consider your place in this world. You do not possess the power to deny a singer his song. Do you understand what I'm telling you?

My English sucks, so I make my story as short as possible My legend dates back to Spring and Autumn Period in Chinese history. I was born in a vassal state named Chu where the residents mainly worshipped sun and the bird of sun, or rather Jinwu (Chinese version of Phoenix) as a potential royal sorceror.I was taught ancient oracles carved on bones of cattle, astrology, usages of herbs and exorcising dances in the court. I was officially appointed as a royal sorceror at the age of 15! I dare say the first five years of my life as a royal sorceror was happy, however, someday a disaster hit Chu unexpectedly.The drought lasted for months, the state was running out of food. The king was worried if he did something wrong so the heaven punished us with this disaster.....we had resorted to all possible ways to pray for rain..all efforts were in vain..In the end, the king offered sacrifice to the heaven to appease those deities...I'm not sure if I was lucky or unlucky, I was chosen as the sacrifice who would be burned alive... To be continued.

I didn't want to die...So I made up my mind to escape from Chu..Before I departed, I stole elixirs the king got from Queen of the West(an immortal)...I swallowed all the elixirs when the guards were about to capture me..I felt my body was filled with strength shortly after I swallowed the elixirs.The CHI blew all the guards away..as a result I managed to leave Chu..I wandered and wandered, during my journey, I came across so many people, I didn't know how many years passed until I noticed my friends were getting old/sick but nothing happened to me..I realized elixirs still worked...(also the king of Chu himself became the sacrifice after I ran away from Chu). I don't know why I'm here now...you know old people have bad memory...Immortality is a curse!I made friends with LaoTzu, before he entered another land to seek truth, I asked him to leave some words for his students.I got his last words,had them compiled and named it "Tao Te Ching".

Around B.C 300(XD...lol even I have to use this system..) : Chu is the motherland of mine. Though I escaped from Chu, I still loved my state and the people.Qin, to the north of Chu became more and more powerful after a series of reforms in economy and army, its people were like starving tigers and wolves expecting to annex the vast Chu. I abused my power for the first time to protect the soul of my motherland's. I spoke out a curse: Qin would be overthrown by Chu sooner or later...:D...It worked lol.. That's all :D https://wx4.sinaimg.cn/mw690/87d788b2gy1fxwo8potf1j20ka06odh2.jpg