It is said that the future is always born in pain. The history of war is the history of pain, the history of Humanity is the history of pain. If we are wise, what is born of that pain matures into the promise of a better world, because we learn that we can no longer afford the mistakes of the past. So much has been lost, so much forgotten. So much pain, so much blood. And for what, I wonder? The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between. But there is still time to cease that one last fragile moment. To choose something better, to make a difference. And that should be our only goal.
There is a greater darkness than the one we are used to see. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we are supposed to fight is not against institutions or individuals, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope. The death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation.
There is always choice. We say there is no choice only to comfort ourselves with the decision we have already made. If you understand that, there's hope. If not ...
What is there left for the Humanity if all of creation falls around us? There's nothing. No hope, no dream, no future, no life. Unless we turn from the cycle of death toward something greater. Do not let fake promises distract you, blind you. We must fight to save one another, we must realize we are not alone. We rise and fall together. And some of us must be sacrificed if all are to be saved. Because, if we fail in this, then none of us will be saved. And our dreams will be only a memory