Fenixfyre
This self assigned nickname, is very near and dear to my heart. It is probably my favorite (as evident from the vast majority of user accounts on social networking sites and my vanity plates).
‘Fenix’ is kind of a phonetic spelling of Phoenix. According to Wikipedia:
A phoenix is a mythical bird with a tail of beautiful gold and scarlet and is plumage (or purple and blue, by some sources). It has a 500 to 1,000 year life-cycle, near the end of which it builds itself a nest of myrrh twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn anew to live again. The new phoenix is destined to live as long as its old self. In some stories, the new phoenix embalms the ashes of its old self in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis (sun city in Greek). The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — it is also said that it can heal a person with a tear from its eyes and make them temporarily immune to death. The phoenix is a symbol of fire and divinity.
‘Fyre’ is an old world way of spelling fire. A friend of mine at the time I came up with this name (Lee), went by the nickname of RavenFyre. I borrowed the choice of spelling from him.
I know what your thinking, “that’s great we know what the words mean, but what does that have to do with you?”
I’ll be the first to admit, that in some respects I have lived an easy life. I have a loving and caring family that has rarely left me wanting for anything I truly needed (not wanted). Even still, I have known some rough blows in my life. There were more than several times in my college career when I didn’t think I was going to graduate. I have lost close family. And while I have never hit rock bottom, in November of 2005, I came about as close as I ever want to get to it in my lifetime. I have known pain so deep, that you become numb to everything. You become a walking talking zombie. You stop living and just exist, and get away with it for almost 6 months before someone pulls you out of your coma and wakes you up. Suffice it to say, I have been through enough, and in the end I have always emerged from it stronger, better, and wiser. In this way, I am like a Phoenix.
I am a very tenacious person, which most people refer to as my stubborn streak. I don’t like to back down from a challenge, but I am no Ahab. I tend to enjoy proving people wrong when they tell me I can’t do something. And that is what ‘Fenixfyre’ means to me. It is a constant reminder that my will is like ‘The Fire of a Phoenix’, and that which does not kill me makes me stronger.