Truth
Many words come to mind, if I were to imagine myself fighting the devil: honor, pride, virtue, heroism, even love.
But I don’t expect people to understand.
I would fight merely because I could.
Because I spent years building up my body and mind for something.
An event I deem worthy, regardless of all else. Hero or villain, we all forge our own path. Whether we want to or not, whether we’re ready or not. Life happens and so its toll is taken. And with it our soul sinks, even amongst the best of us. If I someone had the personal chance to fight my maker, the Antichrist, whatever the dumbass people choose to call him. I would say, I fight you because I can. I fight cause you, that’s it. No great purpose or reward. What do we wait here for? Some grand purpose? Hahaha it will never be given nor should you wait on it. Life is what you make of it after it has happened to you. Expect it to be turn to at every opportunity and you will be ready and strong. Listen to others unless they’re and move on. Be happy, be sad, be confused, be delighted, be horrified. Life never gave half a about you but learn to see that as freedom. Embrace the wild ways of nature and your existence. Learn to love the violent ways that life can thrust happiness and chaos upon you. Live, fight, , ponder, and be shallow. Be whatever the hell you want; that is the purpose of life. To stop giving a what everyone else says and does. Be you.
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