run..

You be yourself, and I'll be me.

You run your race, and I'll run mine.

If you do fall, I'll come by.

Together we run, and we'll do just fine..

Be a warrior..

Why is it so difficult to fall in love and even more difficult to fall out of it?

Does it not bother you how everything should be but never came to be?

You run into love one day and you find yourself the luckiest person on earth, but little do you know that you are just about this close to pain, hurt, burnt and even sharp piercing coming from the sharpest weapon of all times. You think you have it all, but in fact you have not anything but just a little happiness in which could last but did not. It's like climbing a hill and falling down half way through or maybe even at the very top. Slow steps and constant efforts were put into every inch of height you climbed, but it takes only one small pebble to get you off footing and fall like a rock, back to where you started, except this time, with bruises and wounds; and probably the fear to climb that very hill again. 

So do you not climb and save all the hurt or do you climb and take the risks? The risk to either end up in the happiest place you could be, or back in where you belonged with cuts and wounds that turn into scars and never heal completely. Brave yourself, but do not be a fool. Instead, be a warrior, a warrior who believes in what he or she is doing, and goes on all the way to the end; no matter how many times he or she falls apart, or gets pounding back and forth by large swords and hammers of the enemies. A warrior runs and falls, but never stops running. A warrior goes into battle with sword drawn and armor worn, swinging his weapon with full strength. The swings may seem wild, but they were actually precise and limitless concentration was put into every swing; aiming to win over the enemy, to kill with one strike. Every warrior who goes into the battlefield they are ready to face death, but more often than not, it is their enemy that faces death instead. 

Brave yourself, but do not be a fool. For a fool puts on a fake front, and when he or she fails, he or she perishes and no longer come of existence. So be a warrior; grip your sword and face the horde of suffering and pain. Be a warrior, grit your teeth and come out swinging.