Upon Many Musings...
I am weary of war and of fighting and killing and dying. I tire of the sorrow and heartache. I have come upon the age-old answer to the warrior's ever-present question: Why do we fight? Some say for country, some for family, some for freedom, some for love. None are wrong, but above it all is one noble value - peace. In the end, the truest and most battle-tempered realize that what is fought for, always, in the end, is peace. It is not the victory celebration that is looked-for so much as it is the return to home and hearth, wife and children, a life without the constant, tense worries of war. I do not know yet how many more lives lie ahead of me, but I feel as though this may be the last mortal vessel before I am called back to the gods. If it be so, I would like to live this as a life of peace.
Also, I have realized in my many pinings and yearnings for love lost both far and near, that in the end, sometimes the greatest wisdom is simply to let go. I have infinite faith in the gods: for better or worse, when the time is right, they will, as they ever have, see me through.
And on the same note, note a pining for the past but a hope for the future - if it is their will, then let there be another lingering embrace, another pulse of two hearts at once. And another, and another, to wahtever end. I pray the gods.
Also, I have realized in my many pinings and yearnings for love lost both far and near, that in the end, sometimes the greatest wisdom is simply to let go. I have infinite faith in the gods: for better or worse, when the time is right, they will, as they ever have, see me through.
And on the same note, note a pining for the past but a hope for the future - if it is their will, then let there be another lingering embrace, another pulse of two hearts at once. And another, and another, to wahtever end. I pray the gods.