I remember watching war movies as a young kid, it completely reminds me of blood, sweat and tears that mark the courageous and separate the weak and hopeless from those who kill for freedom. Little did I know that those who took part in these real-life dramas have one thing in common, they are wounded not only by a raging bullet but by the sorrows of losing their loved ones and contributing to the lost of others too.
I could only imagine what goes on inside the head of those on the frontlines. Those who seldom run for cover but provide covering for their nation, those soldiers who take pleasure in being wounded and half-killed just for that opportunity to have their flag waved at the end of the battlefield instead of their opponent’s.
The war has ended for the majority and the world is left with veterans who are fighting a different war nowadays. A war to overcome the grief of living the rest of their lives in wheel chairs, to not be able to tell stories to their grand children because they would just either hate them or ignore them, to feel the neglect of the society they once fought for, and to witness their own nation being sold back to their former enemies by virtue of the greed of hierarchical thieves that permeate the ruling kind.
Today, as we fight for trivial opportunities to live an extra day, to gain that extra “hits” on our websites, to be forgiven by those we hurt, to take center stage in the cinematic portfolio of “ingenuities”, to speak good to those who enslave us in a 9-5 routine, to endure a long download time on the internet, to earn big cash in exchange for lost dignity on spotlight vis-à-vis a blabbering game show host, to spend the next precious minutes of our lifetime in the public court of humiliation, to have our blogs read by as much people - aren’t we soldiers ourselves? And if we are soldiers in our own ranks, are we prepared for our own wounds of sorrows?
I would like to emphasize on the above paragraph, “We never completely recover from our greatest grief and are never the same after having passed through them”, if this is true then we could safely proceed to the last sentence of the same paragraph, “Yet sorrow that is endured in the right spirit impacts our growth favorably…”.
Dear friend, it only takes a right spirit to burn the bridge of sorrow, besides it’s really supposed to be a bridge so you better take that one big step to move on and conquer the land of hope that is set before you. Yes, you will never completely recover but you have passed through them already and it’s high time to endure it.
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