Picture a guy that just left his hometown to to fight a war he couldn't win.
No matter how hard he tried no matter how much torment he tolerated and every miserable battle he went through. The outcome was always the same pain anger, confusion, stress that continuously piled itself on day by day. He was told countless times that he could give up at anytime and no one would look down on him because of it. Not only would they not frown down on him he'd receive praise from countless people if did. Being the loyal soldier he was he chose to fight on determined to prove he could overcome this unbeatable obstacle. Not thinking of women, not thinking of his own happiness, or not thinking of his own life, His only focus being to win the final battle only to fail at the end each time. He battled on for an entire year failing over and over again till one day he just couldn't take it anymore. The next day he was kicking off every part of his gear as he strolled his way out of his platoon. His Commanding officer begging him to stay for one more battle knowing full well he'd never find a more bad-ass soldier than this one.Without giving an answer he just continued his walk out of the platoon. A week later he was back in his home town. Without even so much as thinking of the turmoil he had just gone through.Having finally put that horrible decision of joining that war behind him, his mind is now only focused on one thing that being his own happiness, his own life, His own freedom.
This is what I'm feeling right now.
To put it short: Liberated
5 years ago
17 Sep 2013 11:05 CEST