ah, the overwhelming intricacies of life

we are all generals waging our own battles, and we are all soldiers triumphing or surrendering.
we hold not machine guns, but ammunition in our hearts.
we do not strap parachutes, but we carry our crosses on our backs.

the burden of war threatens to override our strength too many times.

life can be a series of one battle after another, sometimes before you had ample time to recover.

we claim that some people are more fortunate than others because life is like a gawd damn king size bed of roses that they are rolling around in.

but life takes control in subtle ways.

i believe that we all are lying in those beds, only some of them have stumbled upon the thorns , a silent creation existing in every bed.
there will be a procession of setbacks, minor and major, which will ultimately change our outlook in life and force out a side to us we have never known before.

life's adversities are for everyone, but in different times, and in different ways.
God is fair.

so the thorns prick you, make you bleed. but once you pull them out, you throw them off the bed. and you have to really fling them off, a half hearted one aint gonna work, those thorns will just simply cling right back to you.

and at the end of the day, when all those thorns are flung off,
your final resting place is indeed a bed of roses.

and you lie there, a wise person of dignity, and most of all, a person of significance.