Understanding that I am not perfect is harder to accept than to say.

Never have I had to question myself as much as I am forced to now.

Caring too much or too little can mean my failure and lead to my downfall.

Everyone is giving condolences, praises, snide remarks, and waiting for me to give up but what they do not

Realize is that warriors are human too and that means even the best of them fall prey

To mortality and the inevitability of Death’s arrival but it is how we choose to live

And be remembered, not for what we had, but for what we did, what we accomplished, what we changed for the better, and how we

Immortalize ourselves to the world. The weak and timid are never remembered, the strong and humble

Never let the masses stampede over them and not even Death can erase their memory. So why is it so hard to not doubt our choices?

Tomorrow brings new opportunities with every sunrise, but it also brings the consequences of

Yesterday’s decisions. Is that what causes the uncertainty in all of us? The fear of what the unknown will bring?