The greatest war I ever fought was with self.
And it’s the only war I never stood a chance of winning.
No art of war forged under the sun has devised a strategy to win war with self.
I don’t know if this battle is a blessing or a curse.
As much as winning is not an option so is quitting.
Everyday I have to battle with the self.
Sometimes the true self come out to play, sometimes it’s the false self that is on the field and sometimes the ideal self gets a chance.
No matter who is on the battle field, it’s always unending war.
Who would have thought growing up would be this challenging?
Just another rumble.