Television Roars in the Heart of Winter

There is no normal life. There is just life. These words were spoken by Doc Holliday, who shared them with his best friend, Wyatt Earp. These were two men dealt a strong hand by Fate, and they chose to play the cards that they held, forever changing the world. They were legends, heroes that we hope to see rise up again, but as we wait and dream, we find characters stepping up to bat, inspiration for us to sink our teeth in and drink, and mesmerizing stories never to be forgotten.

All we want to be is normal. We don't always choose the lives that find us, and once caught in those footsteps, we can't turn back. We find ourselves on the run, hunted, and as monsters. We can't allow anyone to get close, let them into the chaos that we call living, and if we did, they would surely die. They wouldn't understand what we have become, and loneliness is the ghost that haunts our every step forward into a new journey. But where are we heading, and could we ever forget? Would we ever forget how much we wanted to be human? No, this life was not chosen, but there is no choice now but to live it as we are. We can't go back. The unknown stands before us, but we don't walk alone. Our footsteps fall across the threshold of SyFy, and our desire of Being Human are the fires to burn forever every Monday night at nine p.m.

I never wanted this. I never wanted to become this. I try not to feel, and I kill to kill my humanity. But I can't let go. My love would never die, but she would never be mine. The pain of loss is burning me alive, and the stakes are razor sharp, aimed for the heart. She needs my protection, but is she listening? Am I strong enough, and should I trust my enemies for the real threat that approaches? The dogs of war are biting at my heels, drawing blood, and she dies in my arms. But not my love, but my love is not safe. I'm forever hers, but does she remember our kiss? Does she know the conflict that sinks its teeth in, never to let go? She doesn't. This is just another page written in the heart of The Vampire Diaries, beating across the WB every Thursday night at eight p.m.

I should never have left home. Fate knocked on my screen, and I answered the call. I stepped into dangerous territory, almost getting myself killed. Instead, I awoke into a world that now calls me villain, but I was merely a pawn to disguise the true evil that now holds this city in his palm. My family, my life is gone. My heart is broken, but not my spirit. On the wings of heroes, I rise, and I will fight. I won't surrender, and my family will see me again. The enemy is ready, waiting to play the game, but I am not playing games. This is my life. This is what I have become but not to survive. What I am now is the vengeance that will clear my name, and this world will no longer call me villain, Chess. They will know me as The Cape, a beacon of hope led by Orwell, who shines her knowledge across the growing darkness, a hero for a city that cries out to be saved. I should never have left home, but Fate had other plans. This world needs to believe, so they walk beside me, diving deeper into journey on NBC every Monday night at nine p.m.

If we could go back, what would we find? What would we become? In a blink of an eye, we see our journey end, our greatness fall. Our hands are tied. The world is breaking down our door, but we are no more the hero, the champion. That life is gone. Those dreams have died. All we have left is the normal life, but everything has changed. Everything is gone or falling apart, and the only way to fix it is to return to a life sworn to be left behind. Would we go back? Would we sacrifice all, sacrifice ourselves to bring that life back to those we love, or would we walk away? Could we walk away and leave it all behind, locked forever in darkness, but in darkness flickers a dream, a dream to keep the lights on not Lights Out. And maybe it is time to return to the ring, to rise up every Tuesday night at ten p.m. on FX.

The cold chill of cancellation lingers over the hearth of television, but its greatest hits keep on playing. There is no normal life, and we are the captive audience to the heroes that ignite their lives before us. We drink in their love, their strength, and their dedication. We hold to the conflict boiling in their darkest hours, and our eyes sting with tears pouring from them, feeling their pain, their sacrifice. We need heroes. We need someone to believe in, so how could cancellation steal them away? We need inspiration to keep the world back and to allow ourselves to dream. We need the journey, so we flip through the channel, looking for fresh, new blood or returning to all-time favorites, television shows that won our minds and hearts, shows such as Supernatural, House, Chuck, White Collar, Nikita, Hawaii 5-0, Blue Bloods, Pretty, Little Liars, and Royal Pains, and the greatest hits keep on playing across the local and cable networks. And this arctic chill is no match for the fires that fuel the characters never to be forgotten.