War

The Script and the Play

the-script

On a hill far away stood my rescue team!

I am being caged in a makeshift hole where I took temporary residence as a result of a civil war unrest in my town. I struggled with malnutrition, pain, physical injuries and untold darkness. My life is missing from reality and reality is shifted from my life. It seems I had no control, writhing in my pain, I lost all hope. I heard there is a rescue team, it was all a rumor, and my day never met the savior. I want to believe a lie to lift my spirit but all I hear is the sound of war and the resulting casualties. My city is destroyed, my mind is distraught and my hope is dead. No tales by the moonlight, no soccer, no more amusement, no more happiness. I dreamt the end but I went through hell.  May be, there is a life after death, this is looking like death after life and seems I am running someone else’s script.

My loss was my all but my all is gone. I never stood a chance, and see my very existence zapped from me. But on the very day I was going to bid time the longest bye, I became woken. I took to conference my faculty and my heart. I spoke to myself, “there is no fancy way to die, but I can create my own fantasy”.  I am crippled with fear, wounded in body, and sullen in feelings but all I am doing is fulfilling another man’s script. I can write my own script and be the main act. Be it as it may, re-write defeated by uncontrollable circumstances but redirected by the will of my power and exertion of strength. By this very act, I survived till the rescue team came. This is the game changer! You are the script and the play. The real defeat is not what happens to us but what happens within us.