The Mercenary

No redemption, no relief, no treasures to give away to every night's thief. You keep paying the price but there is no reward. Everything you used to cherish seems to have now lost their value. The very disturbance you tried to suppress has now devoured you whole and now you live within its bounds. An unprecedented synchronicity - how did things come to be? Perhaps, as it turns out, that the way to nullify the threat is to accept it, understand its motive and become one with it. What once tried to kill you is now a weapon at your disposal. When you choose to confront what torments you each time you awake, you strip away its relevance until it's no longer significant. To some extent, let it happen; because at some point, even this loses its value. And when you're finally able to conquer it, you'll eventually learn to look at it with disdain and indifference henceforth. Be careful still, of what lurks beneath, of what prowls overhead. You can be resilient but doesn't really mean you're infallible. Fight when you have to survive; but don't expend energy on trying to chase what could be, or what could have been. It's simply a futile pursuit.