In life the will to win is the essential ingredient to success and when you keep fighting and endure you will find the key to life, the key to winning.
I wanted to share this poem because by reading it you don’t want to settle down, you want to fight the darkness around you and emerge victorious.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
A battle ground is a sacred place, a divine place, the place where fate of warriors is decided,
Destruction, glory, sacrifice and honor are the inferior causes of a battle.
Sacrifice, honor, glory,
These are the words that defines a warrior,
There is no love in the heart of a warrior,
Numb, no weakness, no emotions,
The primary objective is to serve his country with devotion.
War is an enigma,
The cause of the war is never justified,
Warrior must exert all of his strength,
Draw life into him and more glistening validity,
Till the time comes to blaze like a God and fight for his honor and glory.
Sun’s rays fall upon his stifling shield,
His spear is heavy,
Setting sun vision gazing upon his adversary,
Head held high with vengeance in his eyes,
Let the war begin.
Warriors live with a lie,
The lie of death being for other people,
That death fears the furious warrior,
The rudiment of the lie is in the heart of a warrior,
These are the lies a warrior live by.
His roar is loud and strong,
Like a thousand lions roaring,
Blood shot eyes tells a different story,
A solitary stand with unquenched burning for triumph,
The surreal wish of a warrior is not to have poems written on his valor,
Build no shrine or scribe in histories,
They live in the hope of being remembered for the courage and sacrifice.
In the words of a warrior: Victory is my dream,
Cryptic talks about triumph I shall ponder on,
I shall not betray my King and my brothers in war,
I shall return on my shield or with my shield,
Tall buildings, traffic everywhere, busy and fast life; this is the big city where everybody is constantly running 24/7. This is where I stand, just a small little puppy. I am lost in this big city but I have just one idea, one dream, this is my life.
Constantly failing and getting bruised battered but the dream I have will not let me give up, it urges me to build my life piece by piece. I will reconstruct my soul and conquer my fears; my dream is simple to cross this fence in front of me.
Mediocre dogs see themselves wilting in my shadow as none of them has the ability to understand me. They never will. They taunt me and make fun of me and sometimes call my dream hopeless, trying to disfigure them but I stand strong, the only warrior in their way to crush my dreams. I will not give up at any cost. Every time I think of my dream it gives me a great high with a dopamine release.
I try to jump over the fence but I fail and in the process of trying I got hurt and bruised. Once again I am pushed into the fray, to face another battle and it is all about winning but the magic lies in winning battle beyond endurance and risking it all for a dream that nobody sees but you. I can hear my inner voice whispering “don’t be afraid to achieve your dreams”.
I am the force of nature, old failures will not halt, old victory will aid, and I am the master of my providence I shall never give up and carry on my quest. This is my life.
“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight; it’s the size of the fight in the dog.”