Life is a Battlefield

I am a soldier on the battlefield, fighting in the war known as life. I draw my sword, prepared to face my own demons. The battle starts smoothly and victory is already within my grasp. I am confident. I am strong. I walk away victorious.

But that is not the end. Life is a war constantly flooded with victory and defeats. The next battle arises. And this time. I am not as successful. I fall victim to my own insecurities and lay on the battlefield defeated. Alone. Numbed of joy. Drowned in fear. Paralyzed by failure.

Soon enough, I do not face the battles, yet they refuse to stop facing me. I am vulnerable, weak, unprepared to fight. I am attacked by my own fears. I feel as if my failures outweigh all the good I have ever done. The horror consumes me. Breaks my soul and my heart. I am overwhelmed. Riddled with anxiety. Chilled by depression. Eternal pain appears to be my in my foreseeable future. All hope bleeds away. Deep dread reigns supreme.

But then. Silence. An essence so fragile just the word itself can break it. I look around at my shattered life. I stand up slowly, quietly. Afraid to rerelease the demons whom I just witnessed. I begin to ponder. Is this really over? Am I truly at peace? Should I be satisfied? Is this balance enough? My enemies have left me. What do I have to fear? But the silence grows louder and loudr. I realize I cannot let my fears roam victorious. I know I can, and I will, regain control.

I march bravely back out onto the battlefield feeling stronger than ever. I face my demons head on. And I watch them wither away and fall. And as they fall, I rise. I become someone I have never been before. A true hero.

Life may always be a battlefield, but I will always be resilient.