Journey Light, But Bring With You Your Swords!

I haven’t been here in a long time, I know. Life, mild attacks of psychosis, internet-less holidays, exams and many other things have kept me from posting anything even slightly meaningful… And life isn’t looking much brighter. Retake exams are coming my way, and in two weeks I’ll be either victorious or defeated…

I have considered dying more than once in the past weeks, but selfish death is the coward’s way. To quote the same person who also provided the title; “If the cowards only remain, then grass will grow in the streets! Nay, rot, mildew and toadstool!” Now I am a coward by nature, but I will take up my sword anyway. Fight I will, because I have to. My arm unpracticed, my mind unwilling, my heart pounding with fear. I can’t escape it, so I can better look it in the eye.

Sometimes my mind wanders and wonders, did the great warlords of past ages feel fear on the fortnight of battle? Would they have been certain of victory, or would they have felt as I do now, badly prepared and frightened of the probable end? I wish I had a little more fire and passion to fuel my fights, a little more anger, a bit more determination. I really need it. All that I can do though is quote the immortal words of one person who had plenty of that, and hope that I may draw some courage from it… So, here it comes…

“Fair shall be the end, though long and hard shall be the road!”

I bid you goodbye, my friends… May the end be fair indeed!

(PS: The writing style of this piece is exactly why there should be a decent amount of time between reading certain things and writing others.)

(PPS: If you can identify the source of the quotes, I will ever hold you in high regard. Truly.)