Swan Dragon

There once was a Swan. He thought he was a Duck. He lived in a Duck Pond. In the beginning he was very unhappy. He used to know this Swan Dragon who he loved very, very much. Whenever he thought of her, he used to grow very sad. She was very fierce. Her feathers had electric colors and her temper was so Hot! He used to think if he got too close she would actually spit out fire and burn him! But he knew her a long time ago. He knew her in the beginning in fact. But the beginning was such a long time ago, he forgot who she really was. He forgot who he was with her. 

Her. The fierce Swan Dragon. He always looked at himself and thought - ‘How come I’m not as fierce as her? How come my colors aren’t as vibrant? Why does her Fire burn so much? BURN with Passion and with Pain?! Why does her Fire make me Love Her and Hate Her? Why do I love her? Why do I hate her? Why can’t I stop?’

But now, today, he doesn’t think about Her. Her. The Swan Dragon. The Love of his Life. No. Not the love of his life. The little nobody who isn’t worth his time. Yes. That’s it. 

Now, today, he is the Cool Duck. I’m so Cool. All the Duck Girls love me. Yeah. Cool Duck. I’m also the Scholarly Duck. Yes, now maybe my family will love me (anger)! Because I will make something of myself. I’m not the failure. Bitches and Motherfuckers. Forget them. No. I love them now. My family and I get along fine. (Heavy Sigh). Yes, Everything is all right. I am okay. Positive Psychology. I need to use some of these methods on myself. Yes. Positive, positive...Positive! I’m so Positive! I love Life. I love my Friends. All my horny friends. Lol. Yes. I feel better now. Moving forward. 

So this Swan was very conflicted. He created a New Life when he became the Cool Scholarly Duck. He felt generally happy with himself and everything he had created for himself. He learned how to paint his feathers to match that of other Male Ducks. Nobody noticed that his colors were fake. Nobody noticed that he was this Big Hunkering Awkward Swan. All the Dull Colored Duck Girls thought he was so cool. Cool, cool, cool. He is really feeling himself now. They love me in a way that She never did. Wait. No. I don’t think about her. Her who? That’s right. These Duck Girls love me. So now I can love myself. No, wait. I already loved myself. Yeah, that’s right. 

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The Swan Dragon.

There once was a Swan Dragon. She didn’t know she was a Swan Dragon, she thought she was a regular old Duck. Dull Colored Female Duck. She knew a Handsome Swan once. She didn’t get him. She didn’t understand why he was so mad at her all the time. She just...didn’t get him. Things ended badly. She just didn’t...understand. 

She moved on. She was a Good Little Duck. Did what her mother wanted. Went to College as a Baby Duckling onward. Never figured out who she was. Never figured out. 

She flew away. She flew away to Paradise. There she met a Gander (Male Goose). She didn’t figure out who she was then, but she did begin to learn what she liked. The Goose didn’t know he was a Gander. He thought he was a HUGE AWKWARD Duck. And he was. Haha! Really Awkward. The Swan liked him though. And she took him in. Smiling. 

She and the Gander had fun. They flew all over paradise. They fought, they made up. They never quite matched. She liked him though. But.. he couldn’t like himself. So things never went to the next level. The Gander never had emotions. None. NONE. The Swan Dragon became restless. She wanted Moooooooorrrrrrrreee. More! More out of life! More! What’s wrong with this Gander? Doesn’t he want more too? What the hell?!

They never quite matched. Never. Quite. But they got along. They smiled and held hands. They had moments. Special Moments. But few and faaaaar between. But they had moments. She liked him. But love? 

That never quite happened. Not for either of them. But they pretended. Or rather she pretended. He never denied it. He didn’t want to love her. ‘Doesn’t she know I can’t love myself?’ - the Gander thought. So..love didn’t happen. 

The Swan Dragon was becoming tired. Tired of life. Tired of living. She was very fragile. No one knows she thinks about ending it sometimes. I know my life isn’t horrible. I know I don’t deserve to be that upset. My life looks great-ish on the outside. College. A boyfriend (...of five years with no proposal in sight). There are others who have it worse. But...

Tired. Tired. Tired. University is over. Life is over. University Life is over. Life sucks. Sucks. Sucks. Tired of the Suckiness. ....Tired. (Heavy Sigh.)

What’s this? She found a Shiny New Swan Manual. Swan Manual, what’s that? Whoa! - that Swan looks like me. But I’m not a Swan. Am I? 

“Swan Dragon” is that me?

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So the Swan Dragon got the courage to tell other’s who she was. Swan Dragon! She realized a lot about herself. She became empowered. She became fierce. She even fought an old enemy, the Horrifying Vulture, and WON. Turns out that Vulture was a Heinous Idiot and cried like a Little Kid in her presence. Fucking Idiot.

But through it all...there was one thing she still needed. Love. The Love of another Swan. She looked deep within herself and found her true love. The Handsome Swan. 

The realization hit her Hard. Hard. She flew wide and far searching for her Handsome Swan. And ..found him. Covered in Paint. Looking like a weirdo.

She goes to him. She looks at the dried Duck Colored paint. She looks past that and says. “We are Swans. You are my Love. Come, let’s go off together. Into the Pink Colored Sunset.” And she Smiles. 

He takes one look at her and thinks, ‘I have never seen such a Beautifully Radiant Creature in my Entire Life’. She has come back even more Magnificent than I ever knew was Possible. 

There. Is. Absolutely. No. Fucking. Way. I. Am. Going. Anywhere. With. Her. 

Fuck Her.

The Swan Dragon frowns. Looks again at the dried paint and says “You know, if you wash that off you’ll be able to fly farther, faster, and higher.” She smiles again. Her Radiant, Fantastic, Beautiful and Fiery Smile!

He says “No. I am not a Swan. Can’t you see that I am Duck Colored. This is absolutely not Paint! This is my natural color. Can’t you see how happy I am with all these horny Duck Girls around me. I do not need you. And I’m afraid we have never met before. Sorry. Wrong Swan. I mean Duck. Wrong Duck. Good Bye.”

Puzzled, Weary and Baffled - The Swan Dragon flew away. On search for the next Swan Dragon. Life sure is Strange.

~ Kayyisa Raine-Skyy Dragons, (Swan Dragon)

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Remember the story of The Ugly Duckling? 

Many people misinterpret this story. Many think the story is about being ugly and magically becoming beautiful. Many try to apply this inappropriate logic to their lives. Hoping beyond hope, that they will one day transform into something better than they are. They miss the true point of this story. The most important part of this story is that the ugly duckling is not a duck. It is a swan that hatched from within a duck's nest. It wasn't ugly and then turned beautiful. It was always beautiful. It wasn't a duck who then turned into a swan. It was always a swan. It just needed to realize this. Once the little swan realized that it was literally a completely different bird, all its duck problems went away. It could be itself freely. It found that it wasn’t ugly after all. It was actually beautiful the whole time! The story is about finding who you really are.

That is the point of this Blog. It's to help you realize that you are already a Beautiful Swan. In order to do that, you must first understand that You Are Not A Duck!

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