The moment a soldier is wounded, he becomes more courageous.
I think that a blood of a soldier is tainted within my soul. I am a soldier in my own way.
I fought for the love that I thought was mine. I did all my best to show it. There were times that I was victorious against the war of anger, hatred or even angst. There were times that I almost fell in the abyss of nothingness…in the place where I thought that I thought I was alone. There were moments of triumphs…moments of failures.
Those pains I felt in losing in the battle were nothing compared to the joys I got in winning it.
But, let me emphasize that being a soldier does not mean “losing” or “winning”.
A soldier has a motto of “no retreat, no surrender”. That’s what I also believed before.
Now, I cannot take the deep wounds. I will take a rest first and look back of all the battles I fought for. I believe I already did my best. I have no regret in doing so. Just let me take a rest…for a soldier like me also gets tired of facing the enemies, especially when my comrade is wandering in the wilderness.
After all, taking a rest does not mean giving up.