Peaceful War
I am surrounded here by an army. An army that uses its most powerful weapons to put me down. Yet, I am very happy with this loss. I do not want to win this battle exclusively, being the loser here is actually winning.
Those soldiers are very white, they are armored with the most thick covers. Yet, my hands can easily reach them, feel their energy, their light, all this without an effort. I am doing this not because I like to, but because I have to.
But once I put my hands on those covers, they begin to attack me. Those black little weapons get into my throat, to my mind, and concur them. My brain does no longer belongs to me, my thoughts are stolen, and replaced, with other thoughts which are not familiar to me. I can hardly adjust with this new situation.
As I struggle to protect my lands from being invaded, I am starting to think of the possibility that this war, where I am being defeated, is actually my way to success. I have never felt this strange feeling before. Can this be my loss and my gain at the same time?
As I take another look at those white soldiers, I no longer see them as frightening as I thought. Actually, nothing seemed so friendly as they seemed. I think my surrender will give me power. Now I am ready to join the other side. Make me Think.
Those soldiers are very white, they are armored with the most thick covers. Yet, my hands can easily reach them, feel their energy, their light, all this without an effort. I am doing this not because I like to, but because I have to.
But once I put my hands on those covers, they begin to attack me. Those black little weapons get into my throat, to my mind, and concur them. My brain does no longer belongs to me, my thoughts are stolen, and replaced, with other thoughts which are not familiar to me. I can hardly adjust with this new situation.
As I struggle to protect my lands from being invaded, I am starting to think of the possibility that this war, where I am being defeated, is actually my way to success. I have never felt this strange feeling before. Can this be my loss and my gain at the same time?
As I take another look at those white soldiers, I no longer see them as frightening as I thought. Actually, nothing seemed so friendly as they seemed. I think my surrender will give me power. Now I am ready to join the other side. Make me Think.
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