The Sound of Silence 🎼

 The Sound of Silence.

    The eve of battle approaches. The fields hold still. Not even the birds nor the wind dare break the silence. Each aspect knows, that this is the end.

    Yet despite the inevitable, we must learn to live within. We must learn to understand that this is not truly the end- simply the start of a new beginning. Only those who have yet to see the truth in life fear for the physical to end. And make no mistake- it will end.

    All across the globe, nations prepare. We the people have had ample time to organize. At this point, if one is unready, one has simply not been paying attention. The winds have brought tidings for years now, warning of a global conflict. The scale of which we will soon measure our losses will be catastrophic. The comprehension of pain, will be pushed yet again. 

    The end is not the end. The end, is simply a new beginning. In order to build something new, one must be willing to tear down the old. One must be willing to get their hands dirty, as they prepare for the challenges which lay ahead. Creation is no easy process. There are no easy steps. In fact, creation is the most challenging skill of all. The ability to completely reshape humanity requires tremendous power. Tremendous strength. For only those with the strongest wills have the courage to act. 

    As the hour draws near, each warrior spends their final moments, thinking of what else they could have done. Some wish they would have visited some foreign country, one last time. Others wish they could have spent more time with their children. Some even dream of finding a place where they could have hidden from the world. While only the warrior thinks about what lies ahead. Only those who understand that there is no moment like the present, preserve their energy for the conflict at hand.

    Escape is an illusion. Only a weak man truly believes he can make it out of this journey alive. Only a fool believes he can unlock the power to live forever, never having to meet his fate. For these men are weak and afraid. Cowards, who inhibit the body’s of men. Every single one of these soldiers will meet Death, whether it be today or the next. The outcome remains inevitable. The destruction has been written in stone. The chips have been placed. The cards have been dealt. There is no escaping the path.

    If Death is the outcome- then let it be the most glorious one. Let it be something which man can strive for. Let it be an achievement which shall be celebrated for years to come. Running from Death is far from an honourable fate. Being afraid to sink your teeth into the enemy is not a courageous act. The inevitable void, which stares back into every mans soul, should be met head on. The unknown should be attacked, like a lion does his prey. The only thing man has to fear, is fear itself. The inevitable must become our purpose, must become our destiny. The unknown must be conquered, in order to rise again.

    Only in ones final moments, do we truly reflect on how far we have come. Only once the cool, steel blades have pierced through our organs, do we feel the weight of our final breath. The reflection of so many, quickly flipping through the memories. The core images which have molded to our consciousness, making us who we are today. Only then is man truly capable of understanding how beautiful their lives truly have been. Perhaps he did not get to see the ruins in Athens. Perhaps he did not visit the mountains in Japan. Perhaps he never even set foot in the oceans, too busy living upon land. Regardless, the core is intact, filled to the brim. The moments which have left their mark, for eternity within. The pictures and movies, playing over and over again. For man is many things in life, but in Death, only his memories remain.

    Perhaps these moments are truly meant to last. Perhaps the never-ending saga of Life and Death, are meant to continue into eternity. Perhaps man is simply a pawn, playing upon a game of chess. One minute, in the heart of the battle. The next, sitting on the side of the field. Perhaps each pawn gets their turn to cast their effect upon the outcome, doing their best to sway the game. And perhaps, each piece wishes to have done more with their time.

    Looking back is never recommended. Nothing behind us is ever worth the time. Yet despite the warning, we all do now and then. Looking back, while feeling the flames of war upon your neck, means you’ve already lost the battle. Realizing that you’ve come all this way, simply to lose again. Perhaps that is the greatest regret, of every soldier. Perhaps knowing that your entire life, was a zero-sum effect. Every soldier wishes to change the outcome of the battle, yet only the true warriors ever succeed in it.

    I wish to change the outcome. I wish to sweat in training so I may bleed less in war. I wish to tilt the playing field. I wish to control the outcome of the battles. Yet here I stand, alone. Here I stand, afraid. There are no guarantees in life, that much is for certain. There is no second-chance. There are no read-throughs. This is the main event. 

All I pray is for quick Death.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.