There is no going back. Everything has gone. What lies before you is totally unknown…. That is dying. In dying you can become solid. Focused. Clear and calm. You can face the unknown. The inevitable. The night before the battle gives birth to heroes.
Every day, every minute must be dying. Is dying. Just not conscious to most. To be a hero every second, calmly and powerfully taking the next step into the new unknown.
The battle is not a battle. That is the misunderstanding.
Battle and life have one thing in common: no one knows what will happen in them.
But they differ also in one thing: in life, dying is certain and inevitable. In battle, there are – apparently – options.
That is why the hero of life is always powerful, clear and calm. Always mild in the knowledge of the certain end.
That is why the hero of battle is in the fight for his survival. With all means he tries to save his little life. Or give it up for victory, the survival of his cause….
Life is a losing battle from the start when it is only a matter of survival.