Silence..
The end of something, marking the beginning of something else. Life's struggles never end, a face that we generally try to avoid, but it has always been this way.
Yet there are struggles, and there are other struggles. Dare I classify them? That would be from a personal point of view of course. There are struggles that are carried out in the outside world that require more of physical energy than any other, struggles that you go through with some movement of the different parts of the body, be them moving your vocal chords and aligning them with a compromised, balanced, and ethical flow of electricity flowing through the Grey being of the little organ utilizing the volume of the skull.
Then there are struggles that go through that Grey organ as well; ones that have to deal with different chemical reactions inside the body as well, together with a form of alignment between the heart, the body, and the soul, aiming to reach a balance that sets the whole complexion of a human being at ease, to reach a level of satisfaction and contentment as most vocabularies on earth would call.
Both are not east to be honest. But the first kind is sort of easier to figure out, at least there is some physical activity required from you, so you know when to make the next move, that is most of the time. Sometimes you are clueless about what to do, and then again I must say that it usually gets cleared up as the element of time gets consumed over.
Yet the other type, the invisible one, the one that only the individual and his Creator know of, is the hardest of them all. Sometimes you don't know what to do or what to think, and you come to wonder how long it is going to take in order to reach that level of alignment between the different forms of who you really are, to finalize your version of a person, and agree with yourself that this is enough to have, this is good to be, and this has finally been great to have lived so far to become your current age, owning your surroundings, earning them, and thanking your Creator for every passing moment.
The armory is where you should head right now, an Iron-clad vest, and a shiny bullet-proof helmet is something you would need, warrior. The maker of them is the maker of you, and the price is not that high, all you got to do is humble yourself and admit your weaknesses, for one day you will come to realize how weak and small you are.
I was mistaken, it is not a struggle. It is only war, a war where your enemies are numerous, looking strong, and your allies look so feeble. Impressive enemies are an inspiration, but I bet your allies can inspire you more, so concentrate with them, consult them, have a word with them, and let them aid in polishing your armor so that it may reflect the strong rays of a shining sun into the eyes of your enemies.
The battle, is always on. The more you are silent, the more your enemies become surprised.
*Draws sword*
Yet there are struggles, and there are other struggles. Dare I classify them? That would be from a personal point of view of course. There are struggles that are carried out in the outside world that require more of physical energy than any other, struggles that you go through with some movement of the different parts of the body, be them moving your vocal chords and aligning them with a compromised, balanced, and ethical flow of electricity flowing through the Grey being of the little organ utilizing the volume of the skull.
Then there are struggles that go through that Grey organ as well; ones that have to deal with different chemical reactions inside the body as well, together with a form of alignment between the heart, the body, and the soul, aiming to reach a balance that sets the whole complexion of a human being at ease, to reach a level of satisfaction and contentment as most vocabularies on earth would call.
Both are not east to be honest. But the first kind is sort of easier to figure out, at least there is some physical activity required from you, so you know when to make the next move, that is most of the time. Sometimes you are clueless about what to do, and then again I must say that it usually gets cleared up as the element of time gets consumed over.
Yet the other type, the invisible one, the one that only the individual and his Creator know of, is the hardest of them all. Sometimes you don't know what to do or what to think, and you come to wonder how long it is going to take in order to reach that level of alignment between the different forms of who you really are, to finalize your version of a person, and agree with yourself that this is enough to have, this is good to be, and this has finally been great to have lived so far to become your current age, owning your surroundings, earning them, and thanking your Creator for every passing moment.
The armory is where you should head right now, an Iron-clad vest, and a shiny bullet-proof helmet is something you would need, warrior. The maker of them is the maker of you, and the price is not that high, all you got to do is humble yourself and admit your weaknesses, for one day you will come to realize how weak and small you are.
I was mistaken, it is not a struggle. It is only war, a war where your enemies are numerous, looking strong, and your allies look so feeble. Impressive enemies are an inspiration, but I bet your allies can inspire you more, so concentrate with them, consult them, have a word with them, and let them aid in polishing your armor so that it may reflect the strong rays of a shining sun into the eyes of your enemies.
The battle, is always on. The more you are silent, the more your enemies become surprised.
*Draws sword*
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