"Bang, bang, bang" is all you hear in the war zone tonight. A noise so common that you've been accustomed to it. Going to war was nothing new, not around here anyway.
The shots would ring in your ears for days as you try to regain the strength to keep pushing forward. For you didn't fear failure, you ultimately feared death.
An end that would taunt you for days on end. Taunt you in your sleep. Taunt you in your day to day life. A demon that you could not shake, it was just something you had to get use to.
"Crack, Crack, Crack."
"Boom, boom, boom."
The screams of the victims hit by the war going on around you is becoming louder and louder. They fear death now, they fear the heartbreak of the war they had entered... Leaving with not arms and legs missing but eyes and hearts. They no longer believe that theres hope for them anymore. The war had ruined them in a way that obscures their optimism that the next could be better than the last. Better than the best.
See life becomes a bitter war zone of broken hearted blind souls. Seeking for the right things in the wrong people. A bittersweet ending for an ugly scene in the ugliest war known to human race.
The war of love.
A war that has only casualties and no real winners. A common war that everyone will eventually meet. Whether that be at deaths door itself or the throwing back and forth of shots that until one has decided to wave the white flag or is killed will it end.
A white flag doesn't mean you're weak, it just means you're strong enough to let go of something before it kills you. A soldier of war held captive to their own ideas and ideologies. A soldier held captive to what's in his heart not fearing what he sees with his eyes. A soldier not scared to enter a battle for someone they love with the other person fighting the same war across the ditch.
That would be love.
But this is tragic, the war has become from fighting for one another to a war fighting each other. Waiting until its bitter end...
Love is like dancing on a wire over a hole that opens from the depths of hell and could swallow you up at any moment. One wrong move, one stumble, could end everything. In the current state of social media and readily available methods of contact its very easy to create a war by a simple misunderstanding or ridiculously jumping to conclusions. Mix such a situation with egos and you've got a recipe for disaster.
What could be worse then fighting a war only you want to win? A war that is fuelled with ammo on both sides with no will to consider the consequences of each time the trigger is pulled. Who really becomes the aggressor and who becomes the victim that is forced to fight in the wrong war. Caught in the crossfire by yourself, is it best to give in and fight for the enemy or do we stand firm in our core values playing with fire?
As we all know, playing with fire will get you burnt. But unless we stand for ourselves, who will? At the end of the day, is it what you're fighting for worth what you're fighting with and are the consequences of losing well worth the risk?
We don't know unless we are willing to open ourselves to these risks. A little heartbreak shouldn't stop you from falling in love and losing a small fight doesn't mean you've lost the war. It is only until death are we stopped from entering a new war, as we die right where we stand.
The man she had let go to war for her had kissed her for the last time as when he had entered the war, he had done all his training had strengthened him for and taught him. Every tactic he knew had got him out of dangers way but he couldn't stop her from pointing a missile at what he had fought so hard to protect. Each other.
A love tainted by self destruction had no winner. A war that lead to the priority of the one who held the gun to dictate what it was what that they wanted without consideration of the needs of the other side. A war where the victim is never the same. A lost limb or a lost life, the images of war still haunt me at night.
Tossing and turning. Screaming and shouting. A war that would lead to the same man that left being left there in the middle of the war gasping for air while the one who would return home is lost in the chaos of the war never fully able to recover unless the reasons for the war changes. Otherwise its a war fought recklessly with nothing to gain but losing each other.
Would you risk everything for nothing or would you risk everything for one thing?
What would you consider to sacrifice to be a winner and an overachiever?
May the art of war let us consider what we want and what we are fighting for, for life is too short to risk what we have for nothing in return.
