Words Hold As Much Weight As You Give Them....
After the gauntlets are thrown down, and armies assembled, you stand in the ranks, anxiety rising. Suddenly, over a hill in the distance, you see them, approaching. They stop and leer across the soon to be christened battlefield. A moment of tense silence. The cry goes up, both armies charge. So full of conviction that what you are doing is right, you plunge into battle with a clear mind. As the battle wanes on, and you step over the bodies of your enemies, you turn and come face to face with a young soldier, as worn, dirty, and bloody as yourself. You gaze into each others faces, and come to realize that you have known each other, and once called one another friend. Regardless of past transgressions, you find yourself struggling to act, your clear conscience becomes flooded with regret, doubt and torment.
"What has he done to me to garner so much of my hatred? Why is it that I seek to destroy this man? Why can I not throw down my arms and embrace him as a brother-in-arms, as my comrade? Have the things that have transpired really justify my actions?"
Is it really so wrong to want peace? Is it so difficult to stop, look, and listen, to see what's going on? Deep down, in your truest heart of hearts, is this what you really want? Shouldn't peace and an end to the fighting be your true aims, instead of heartbreak and destruction?
Don't the past loyalties, past actions and instances of love and caring and heart carry any kind of weight in the bureaucracy of your mind? Do you really want the memories and physical entity of this person cast aside for all time? Is this a bridge you truly with to be kept in ashes?
A thought. A true, simple, and honest thought should clearly dictate the answer to your heart, but it's being poisoned by something that is not you.
Find Yourself, Find the answers you know are right. The last thing a war needs is another casualty.
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"What has he done to me to garner so much of my hatred? Why is it that I seek to destroy this man? Why can I not throw down my arms and embrace him as a brother-in-arms, as my comrade? Have the things that have transpired really justify my actions?"
Is it really so wrong to want peace? Is it so difficult to stop, look, and listen, to see what's going on? Deep down, in your truest heart of hearts, is this what you really want? Shouldn't peace and an end to the fighting be your true aims, instead of heartbreak and destruction?
Don't the past loyalties, past actions and instances of love and caring and heart carry any kind of weight in the bureaucracy of your mind? Do you really want the memories and physical entity of this person cast aside for all time? Is this a bridge you truly with to be kept in ashes?
A thought. A true, simple, and honest thought should clearly dictate the answer to your heart, but it's being poisoned by something that is not you.
Find Yourself, Find the answers you know are right. The last thing a war needs is another casualty.
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