Art of Survival: Part Two
Art of Survival: Part Two
If you don’t understand the instinct to merely survive, you will never understand me.
I’ve done my penance and paid a heavy price for my choices.
It was never for selfish reasons that I became the person I am today.
No, I can be called many things but selfish will never be one of them.
It was always for them. My children.
No regrets and no do-overs.
The grim reaper is knocking on my door. It’s my time.
I was fine with it. I knew this day would eventually come and I was ready.
I was tired of living a life of battles in order to survive.
Then I was forced to see how overwhelmingly beautiful life is and how tragically short my days could be.
With limited time, I have to find a way to finish my job and get my sons ready for what is in store for them.
They want me to fight and I will but in return, they too must fight.