War of the Mind

Conflict lives within us all. It cannot be escaped. It cannot be reasoned with. It must be fought, root and stem. The enemy? Yourself. The one who knows you best. The one who knows just how to hurt you the most. The one who will never relent until they have taken you over. Battles will be lost. Triumphs will be had. Though we may heal from injury, things will never be the same. We may know peace in our lifetime, but war will always remain a constant. A warrior does not turn their blade upon themselves when the battle is lost. They fight to the bitter end. Until they can no longer will themselves forward. Not everyone is a warrior but we are summoned to fight all the same. Comrades fall. Love is lost. You are besieged on all sides. Things look bad, but as long as there is breath in your lungs, electric coursing through your brain, and life in your body, there is always a way to win. 

But what a beautiful thing the battlefield is sometimes. Anything can happen in this delicate life. You could survive. You could not. You could have it all, then lose it a moment later. There is no end to the possibilities. But regardless, you lived, and come what may, nothing can take that away.