We are soldiers on a barren battlefield, fighting our war each day and night against an enemy we can neither see nor touch, but we know is there. Be it doubt, sloth, fear, or anything else, we all have demons that we must choose to wrestle or run from.
Your war is unique, often played out in battles that are just yours. It is so easy to feel alone. To believe yourself the only warrior, standing alone between life and the void, your philosophical struggles somehow sparing the oblivious masses. Yet such thought only serve to embitter the mind and soul, to separate us. Yet we were never meant to fight alone.
I look out on the swarming hive that is our city, and I see everyone caught up. In food, in money and work, in lust for power or flesh, in so many ways tainting and wasting until any idea of there being a purpose is absurd. Yet we all do. I do.
To think you are above it is the true absurdity. No matter how high you climb, how hard you fight, how many demons you slay, you are human. You are. It is our prison, our gift, our true challenge.
Across time and our globe we have tried to define and redefine what we are, what we can be, what we should be. Yet even in the struggle to understand, we lose focus, and find ourselves alone again. Those guys believe weird things, their values are all messed up, they are petty and foolish, they are unenlightened and simple, they hate me and I must defend myself, they blew up my tower, they bombed my town. We are lost in our own hate, in our own history, in our own solitude. We haven’t the courage to lay down arms and understand the pain of these “enemies.”
We are all the same. Pale, light, male, female, short, tall, rich, poor, policeman, banker, president, vagrant, sex offender, terrorist, suicide. We are all to be loved.
We need to stop fighting alone.
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