It’s a bad cut….
The bleeding is heavy and I can already feel shock & terror crawling up my spine and down my throat. I know that I don’t have a whole lot of time before I lose it, so the next few seconds are absolutely crucial.
I can either let all the blood, fear, and doom shock me just long enough for it to be too late. Or I can sprint into action, I can get a hold of myself and try to stop the bleeding.
Life is too easy to let go of.
Times come and go where we are often too willing to just give it all up for a moments rest from the pain. Letting it all go so we can just rest our eyes and our minds and hide under the comfy blanket of death. Giving up on life, that’s easy, but making the choice to fight, taking a chance on life, that is a much harder thing to do. To choose life, take a stand, and fight for the gift.
I have seen many of my brothers and sisters lie down in the mud and wait for the inevitable end to come, the ones that lost all hope for anything but an end to all of this. But I have also seen the few who survive, who strive for something once thought so impossible, to live forever, to take life on as the tool that it is and be the change that you need to see. To live the life that makes the kind of change that never dies, even when you finally do. This isn't an easy task, and it is no wonder why so few of us chose to take on such a seemingly impossible calling. But the few that do, they find themselves in the fight of their lives, and it is a battle that never gives up, never ends.
Those that chose that path, they are warriors, they thirst for the heat of the battle, the challenge of adversity, and it is only in the deepest throws of this fight that they feel what it is we all want to feel, a sense of purpose that gives us meaningfulness, the feeling of being alive. They are the ones who refuse to go gentle into that good night.
But just like any battle, it takes its toll, it wears you down, and no one is supposed to fight forever, despite the fact so many of us will. So you have to choose wisely, strike mindfully, and know when to walk away from a fight. Like any other battlefield, you are bound to come across some fallen, the ones that just never made it, and it is not unheard of to come across the bones of the ones you loved.
Not everyone has the strength for this, or maybe they just never believed enough that they had it. Nothing makes it easier to see the ones that give up. But unlike most, when we see one of our own fall in battle, it is a glorious sight, a tribute to their dedication and a paid price that promises them the peace they fought for. Their corpses are nothing but motivation for us to try to be as lucky. It’s coming across the other ones that takes the fight out of us. The ones that give up, the ones who could not bring themselves to fight, their loss is a heavy weight on or swords.
Some find comfort in calling them cowards, others carry the weight of the world on their shoulders wishing they could have saved them.
People like me, we find no comfort or regret in it. Because if we take even a moment to stop, the fight could turn on us and their fate will be ours in no time.
There is no time to think twice here, it is as it is, and you do what you can to reconcile that with your gut at the end of the day. They haven’t been letting up for a second, not in all this time, and neither can we. So we march on, we take the good and leave the bad where it belongs, we keep up the good fight.
So you can sit there, you can let yourself bleed, let panic, shock, and fear take their hold. You can go lie down with the other ones that couldn’t keep up the fight.
Or, you can grab something, push down hard and get that bleed under control, you can get a hold of yourself and catch that fear at the door. We all get hurt out here, some worse than others, but as much as luck of the draw has a say in the game, you always get the last word, so you can take what comes your way and deal, or you can let it bleed you out. You are the one who is going to decide how this turns out, and we have come too far now to just let them win.
Now I am not going to lie to you, it is a bad cut, it is deep, and in a really bad spot and if we don’t take care of it right now, it is going to get a whole lot worse fast. The bleed is bad, we have lost a lot, and that means we don’t have every much time to either get this under control, or go lie down and wait to join the others
I said I wasn’t going to lie to you, and by telling you this, I am keeping that promise, I have seen a lot worse out here, and I have seen guys get back to it in no time. But they, they were strong, and now that time has come, to ask yourself if you can have that strength in you, if you can choose life, choose to fight, or let the fear get the best of you.
I don’t know about you, but I’m choosing life, the fight, and all the pains that come with it, because nothing beautiful and good came easy, and the time has come to make your choice.
The bleeding is heavy and I can already feel shock & terror crawling up my spine and down my throat. I know that I don’t have a whole lot of time before I lose it, so the next few seconds are absolutely crucial.
I can either let all the blood, fear, and doom shock me just long enough for it to be too late. Or I can sprint into action, I can get a hold of myself and try to stop the bleeding.
Life is too easy to let go of.
Times come and go where we are often too willing to just give it all up for a moments rest from the pain. Letting it all go so we can just rest our eyes and our minds and hide under the comfy blanket of death. Giving up on life, that’s easy, but making the choice to fight, taking a chance on life, that is a much harder thing to do. To choose life, take a stand, and fight for the gift.
I have seen many of my brothers and sisters lie down in the mud and wait for the inevitable end to come, the ones that lost all hope for anything but an end to all of this. But I have also seen the few who survive, who strive for something once thought so impossible, to live forever, to take life on as the tool that it is and be the change that you need to see. To live the life that makes the kind of change that never dies, even when you finally do. This isn't an easy task, and it is no wonder why so few of us chose to take on such a seemingly impossible calling. But the few that do, they find themselves in the fight of their lives, and it is a battle that never gives up, never ends.
Those that chose that path, they are warriors, they thirst for the heat of the battle, the challenge of adversity, and it is only in the deepest throws of this fight that they feel what it is we all want to feel, a sense of purpose that gives us meaningfulness, the feeling of being alive. They are the ones who refuse to go gentle into that good night.
But just like any battle, it takes its toll, it wears you down, and no one is supposed to fight forever, despite the fact so many of us will. So you have to choose wisely, strike mindfully, and know when to walk away from a fight. Like any other battlefield, you are bound to come across some fallen, the ones that just never made it, and it is not unheard of to come across the bones of the ones you loved.
Not everyone has the strength for this, or maybe they just never believed enough that they had it. Nothing makes it easier to see the ones that give up. But unlike most, when we see one of our own fall in battle, it is a glorious sight, a tribute to their dedication and a paid price that promises them the peace they fought for. Their corpses are nothing but motivation for us to try to be as lucky. It’s coming across the other ones that takes the fight out of us. The ones that give up, the ones who could not bring themselves to fight, their loss is a heavy weight on or swords.
Some find comfort in calling them cowards, others carry the weight of the world on their shoulders wishing they could have saved them.
People like me, we find no comfort or regret in it. Because if we take even a moment to stop, the fight could turn on us and their fate will be ours in no time.
There is no time to think twice here, it is as it is, and you do what you can to reconcile that with your gut at the end of the day. They haven’t been letting up for a second, not in all this time, and neither can we. So we march on, we take the good and leave the bad where it belongs, we keep up the good fight.
So you can sit there, you can let yourself bleed, let panic, shock, and fear take their hold. You can go lie down with the other ones that couldn’t keep up the fight.
Or, you can grab something, push down hard and get that bleed under control, you can get a hold of yourself and catch that fear at the door. We all get hurt out here, some worse than others, but as much as luck of the draw has a say in the game, you always get the last word, so you can take what comes your way and deal, or you can let it bleed you out. You are the one who is going to decide how this turns out, and we have come too far now to just let them win.
Now I am not going to lie to you, it is a bad cut, it is deep, and in a really bad spot and if we don’t take care of it right now, it is going to get a whole lot worse fast. The bleed is bad, we have lost a lot, and that means we don’t have every much time to either get this under control, or go lie down and wait to join the others
I said I wasn’t going to lie to you, and by telling you this, I am keeping that promise, I have seen a lot worse out here, and I have seen guys get back to it in no time. But they, they were strong, and now that time has come, to ask yourself if you can have that strength in you, if you can choose life, choose to fight, or let the fear get the best of you.
I don’t know about you, but I’m choosing life, the fight, and all the pains that come with it, because nothing beautiful and good came easy, and the time has come to make your choice.
