war is coming. the enemy is on your doorstep. as steward, you are charged with the defense of this city. where are gondor’s armies? you still have friends. you are not alone in this fight. send word of theoden of rohan. light the beacons. ~ gandalf

someone once told me, to get ahead of the game, you need to fight your way through. and sometimes, it is not just to merely get ahead of the game. sometimes, it is a question of staying in the game. the world, they tell me, belongs to those who fight for it.

history, is written by champions. survival of the fittest. the english language – oh, take any language in any culture for that matter – world language is filled these kind of sayings. and when you dip our fingers into the business world, you find a bunch of tie choked monkeys strangling each other for a market advantage. the industry has no place for wimps.

and i armor up for war. i don’t want the sword but it is shoved into my hands. it feels heavy and cold. the rust bites into my skin and flakes of dried blood still clads its blade. i don’t want it. i hate it.

you are a soldier, they tell me.

and the field fills up with anger. this is not what its supposed to be like. we’re supposed to understand each other. we are supposed to be able to sit down, in like a comfortable air conditioned room. with those soft chairs with cushion armrests. and we are supposed to co-operate. and you have your share and i have mine. and there should be plenty to go around. and we are supposed to shake hands after that. and smile. and be happy.

you know, that is something i cannot do. fight. R tells me, i let people step all over me all the time. everything i work my knuckles into the ground and find a piece of golden nugget, someone snatches it away from me and claims the fortune. and i just sit there with the skins of my knees worn out by dirt, and just let them. because i refuse to fight back. because i don’t want to fight back. i’m not a fighter. and no, i don’t understand. i don’t understand why people hurt each other. and i don’t understand why people tell me that in order to survive in this world, i will have to hurt people too.

so no. i refuse to believe that in order to be part of this world, i got to swing the sword. and if this means that i will bear the boot prints of others all over me, then you know what – so be it.

i sleep better at night. and that, my dear brothers and sisters, is what matters to me, most of all.

One thought on “war is coming. the enemy is on your doorstep. as steward, you are charged with the defense of this city. where are gondor’s armies? you still have friends. you are not alone in this fight. send word of theoden of rohan. light the beacons. ~ gandalf

  1. not to hurt people… it’s another way to protect yourself if you look from other angle =p but well this world is cruel and you have no choice but learn to fight :) wish you could minimise the pain if you ever fight with somebody

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