An endless war.
This is how life seems to be, like an endless war. A war with yourself, to survive, to leave something behind, to make a difference, to feel loved, to be accepted, to become better, to grow, to give, to feel grateful.
These things never stop until you give out your last breath. We’re at war with the world, we’re in a continues race to be noticed and appreciated, but for what? We’re at war, but we don’t know how to fight. We’re at war but we don’t know the real meaning of the word “struggle”. We want to win without having the courage to stand up for what we believe in. We want to win with a little “luck”. There’s no such thing as luck in war.
War means fighting, giving up your own life if you have to, having faith. War means going through an experience that will definitely change you and kill parts of you. War means to load up your gun and shot without any regret. War means loss and damage.
Let’s just hope that at the end of the day even though our hands may be dirty, our soul is clean and at peace.
