Life is a battle fought upon battlefields scattered with shorn hearts, broken promises, abandoned hands. Hearts with more casualties that stitches can sew. Hearts torn apart by the endless rage of battle.
Someone should have told us that hate can cut you like a blade could. But some things cannot kill us; they only leave us marks that haunt us for the rest of eternity.
But when life pushes us down, it conveniently forgets to get us back up. We’ve got to fend for ourselves. We’ve got to let go of expectations that will eventually lead to disappointments.
Because taking chances is all that we have got. We could either look at the world like others do, or go ahead and do what our hearts lead us to. Either way we’re going to wound up getting hurt. We could treat these lessons as battle scars attained or ugly scars of shame.
But the times of crazy are gone. All we get is one life and it is unfair to play it by someone else’s rules. You’ll never get it right unless you let yourself wrong.
What others think is of no importance. They’re still too blind to see that you’re life is a blank book and only your actions will be etched in ink. It’ll be too late when their illusion shatters.
So, breathe in. Breathe out. Embrace the scars as a remembrance of something that couldn’t break you. Because you, you are worth the fight.