Struggle

When we are really happy, what really are we? When we are broken, what are we? When we can’t stand up once more, what are we? We are human.
We are human and human is all we will ever be. And what happens is the same outside. We fight for something, but are fighting everyday for everything. And this Fighting is what makes us human. To imagine a perfect world, a world without pain, without war, without disease- a world without suffering… That world, that time, is the time when we cease to be human. It is the mistakes that have made us and it is the mistakes that will banish us. And as the time and world goes by in a maelstrom, the Fighting calms. Like the calm before a storm, our Fighting moves on a placid current, with nothing to hear but the sounds of nature around. The creaking of wood, the smell of rain, the voice of dew and the silence of pain. The Fighting undergoes a change. It becomes many layered, but weirdly silent; silent like an artist painting. And as so, the fighting continues, perfecting its art with each master stroke. One day, the masters of old give it a chance at real sight. A chance at blindness. This blindness isn’t the loss of sight. It is the true sight.
Beethoven’s best masterpieces were made after he lost the power of hearing. The old master illustrators of Istanbul and Afghan have always believed that it is blindness that is a blessing to them to be able to see in the way of their Almighty, Allah. When a person does what he/she does with dedication, with the sweat of their brows and bent backs, they lose that sense which they use the most in the performance of their art. But that loss of sense is the true sight, by which they will be able to ascend to a greater sense which is incomprehensible through just words. And the topic of our conversation, Fighting, will also ascend this height, embracing newer methods while reinforcing the old ones. But one day, Fighting will have a night when sleeping will be close to impossible. A night when it will cry over a very stupid thing… Something as stupid as an entity admonishing it. And that night it will lay down its weapons and give up the fight. That night it won’t care about the millions of bombs and machine guns rattling around it, obliterating everything around it. All it will do is walk silently, magnificently, powerfully to the place it needs to be… As the dark cloud arrives, the crowd caves in, and there is lightning all around, it will walk. Step, by step. And that night everything will change. That night, Fighting will be revealed. Not as Fighting, but as the Struggle of the outside mirroring the inside. That Struggle J lets just say it will give us goosebumps :D