fighter

I have a clear path in front of me. I know that’s the road I have to take. I know that’s where I want to go. I know it will lead me to a better place, to better days. I just know it. I don’t have any doubts. It’s crystal clear. I see it. I feel it. And I believe in it.

But something wouldn’t let me start. Something always comes in between. The weather is incliment. The road is full of hurdles. Maybe it’s not time, yet. Maybe I have to wait a little more. But I have been waiting forever. I am afraid it will get too late. I am a fighter. I will fight. But a war has to end. It’s not worth fighting a never ending war. It destroyes everything, and leaves nothing. I am afraid I will lose. If you keep fighting so long that the objective fades away, then it’s same as losing the war. Or maybe I’ll just lose interest. And let it go. But the fact is, you can’t just let it go. You hold on to it forever, and it comes back to you at every occasion. And then you regret it. I don’t want to live a life full of regrets. So I have to keep on fighting. Until the end, until there is a slightest chance of winning, I will keep fighting.