The King and His Soldiers
I was once a very passionate soldier, the fire in me flared like it never feared anything. I loved the thrill of challenges. I loved being pushed to my limits until I'd no longer know when to retreat. We had the same goal and objectives. We shared the same vision and mission. We were rowing on the same direction. Like soldiers. . . Yes! We were paid to fight and win every battle. You, being the king received all the glory and honor for all the achievements of the troop not minding that behind those successes, your soldiers shed the blood for the cause. But still, you'll see the smile on our faces. Then the time of defeat came, and YOU- the king disowned your men. The years of fighting became exhausting. We fell one by one. We felt alone in the battlefield. Or were we alone in the first place? I no longer knew myself; and the passion became poison to my soul. I was left in despair. And there, I knew I needed an escape. I left the troop struggling. I had ...