Ive had many defeats. And so many victories. Ive worked hard, earned every step of the way with blood and sweat and congealed lactic acid in every fibre of every muscle in my body.
Ive reached the summit, ive seen the other side.
I breathe the cool breeze and feel the touch of snow on my bare, bleeding feet.
I look back, and see only a defeated slope.
I look forward, and see the serrated edges of the downward grade waiting for me.
in my hands i grasp a shining sword, and a bronze bayonet. They were new to me,
I didnt look for them, but when the chance came, i took them.
But i am alone. I look side to side, and i see only emptiness, the blue sky and the hard
ground beneath my feet.
I would throw everything in my hands, and start from the very beginning if
it meant i cud be with you. But i curl my grip tighter. I will not be that stupid again.
Happy birthday, Taufiq. Many happy returns.
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