There are constant battles constantly being fought within us; some small, some large. It is up to us and our role in our battles that will decide the fate of these battles. We can chose to be afraid to take part in these battles and risk losing everything we fight for, whatever that may be. Our loved ones are mighty generals that will help lead our armies against what plagues us; sickness, fear, anger, whatever they may be. Our religion may be the light that boosts the moral of our troops. Our dreams and hopes are the mighty steeds we ride in on, yet it is still up to us, the King or queen of these armies to lead them and harness said light. . .
My battles in these recent days have been a battle between me and five entities that try to lay claim to me. I refused them.
In the end it is up to us to take the reins and charge in with all our might to destroy what ever may plague us. The human spirit is strong. . . You are strong!
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The Story of Struggle
Ficción GeneralIt is the story of every human. This is my version of this story.