Random Story

Writer’s Note: I set out to write something else but it somehow managed to jumble up so many ideas that I just hastened to finish it and leave it how it is.

He gasped for air but couldn’t breathe. The air around him had become denser and the pain was slowly becoming unbearable. He thought about how the ground was soft, how he hadn’t slept in days… how he could just call out for a medic and get out of this God forsaken man slaughter or how he should just let his assailant finish him off… How God would greet him at the gates of heaven with arms wide open…

His life slowly flashed before his eyes…

The time of his youth when he was carefree, mischievous and curious… The time spent in the warmth and comfort in the sanctity of his mother’s lap. The pampering of the servants and the catering of his needs before he even wished for them to be done.

The time of his adolescence, the days when the only cares were to chase young girls and finding ways to calm his adventurous soul. The times he spent running from his trainings just to have a laugh with his friends. His later teens when he met her… The one who got away… The one that never was his yet made an everlasting impression with a craving that to till this day had left an infallible void in the deep chasm that was his heart…

The time of late teens when his insolence and arrogance were at its peak… The time when he lamented everyone else and was too afraid to admit his grief. The time he spent in the unknown mountains of Asia searching for peace and the one he lost…

He remembered his teacher who spent years trying to mend his heart and pour out the anger of betrayal. He remembered the words of his teacher…

“Why do you fight? For love? For hate? For patriotism? For friendship? No matter what the reason you pick that sword up your opponent would always have a similar reason. So why do you expect to live whilst he dies? How do you know you’re right and he’s not? The answer is you don’t…  Remember, those who live by the sword die by it, live by your heart and rule by your logic. Nothing in this world is permanent and everything you have or may have lost will eventually be replaced with something else. Love will become hatred and hatred will turn into obsession and that obsession in turn will lead you back to love. Fight not for what you believe is right but fight for what you feel is right. Learn to let go and accept defeat, for if you haven’t learnt how to fail then you will never succeed. A true warrior is not one who never falls down but is one who always gets up.”

His eyes opened slightly, his rapier laid a few feet from him. His thoughts of giving in faded away and his hands reached for his sword… There may be a God up there waiting for him but today wasn’t it… He knew he was where he felt he should be… On the battlefield fighting for what he believed was right. He let out a defiant cry as he stabbed his assailant, refusing to give up as long as there was blood flowing in his veins.


10 Responses to “Random Story”

  1. i like ur teacher 🙂

  2. great story ! regretful memories are the worst…everyone has a story from their past and might have screwed up a lot. Sometimes its hard letting go of it, but then you gotta realize that you cant do anything about the past, except learn from it … I was talking about this with one of my cousins just today. ARROGANCE

  3. So true if you can’t accept your failures you can never fight for success. In life knocks and fall backs are normal. It’s how you pick yourself up and move on… That’s what’s most important.

    😉 Great write up 😉

  4. Aww this reminds me of my teacher…
    he use to say this same thing while i learnt fencing, i used to get really annoyed that first he teaches us how to use a sword then he teaches us not to… but now i get it:)
    haye old memories…

  5. … AWESOME DAD o.o 😛

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