The Year of Reckoning

Raging heat. Drowning Cacophony. Relentless disappointments. Thorn after thorn and mountains in your path. These were however mundane.

The biggest shock came from within. When you demonstrated your fallibility, you demonstrated your weaknesses, you cowered and were at one time down on all your fours. You could have taken on any number of foes if you WANTED. That was the flaw, the question itself whether you wanted to take them on. It continued endlessly, you bled, bled and bled. You were up against a foe you knew so well, a foe who knew you so well. Equally matched tenacities, determination and resilience. For the first time you understood what it meant to fight yourself.

There has been an element of divinity within you. Eventually there came a time when bleeding did not matter, the temperatures did not matter, the torrent of sounds did not matter. You took the knife and cut off that gushing wound. You know what is meant by Collateral Damage. You accepted your loss and celebrated it. No complaints, no bad feelings, you lost fair and square, you are done. You with humility and thanks; accept your condemnation to solemnity and solitude. You've earned that with honour. You were so completely defeated by yourself.

There will be no going back. There are no regrets. There will be no compromise. There are other things to attend to. There are promises to keep. You know what you are capable of and no efforts will be spared to achieve it.

This has been your year of reckoning. 

Meet your doom with rage and fire
Pride in Death
Honour with Pride.