Today I feel the urge to blog. Not the need, not the
intention but just the urge.
I am typing this with zero knowledge of what my next word
will be, or the structure of the next sentence that will follow. This time, my
whims take lead and my limbic system controls the reigns.
Fight. Fight it out. Fight it to the end. These mottoes seem
to be driving the course of my life for quite some time now. Oh yes and not to
forget: This is a fight that needs to be fought alone.
Yeah, particularly the last one.
They will not stand by you. They will all disperse like
little ants. They will walk out on you mid-battle. Then it is just you, your
sword and your shield against a battalion. Fight bro, stick it out till the
end. In fact, you are the only one person who will not ‘give handle’ to
yourself. Every other damn person will.
“Et tu, Brute?”
It’s overwhelming. That sword will bend and the shield will
succumb. People will fail you, your soldiers will die and your ammunition will
run out. However, the show has to go on, and its time to fight bare-fisted.
Clench your fists and grit your teeth, in full knowledge that your only
solution is brute force.
“Be
not like dumb, driven cattle;
Be the hero in the strife.”
It is not about who stands in the opponents court. It is just
about what is at stake. Sometimes, the game is played You vs. You- and one side
HAS to lose. You could be your own nemesis, your own undoing.
PS: Wow. I let go, and this is what stumbled out of the
closet. This is an unaltered article, completely free from pre-meditated
ideas, typed out in roughly 20 minutes.
