As gloomy as it may seem, life has proven to be a surging force, that causes our minds to go on a constant spiral. The everyday challenges that drives the soul in a halt. One could go insane, with the pains and challenges that destiny brings.
One could compare an individual to a noble samurai. Sworn to both his master and his sword, the way of the warrior- "Bushido ". Bound to an everlasting dedication that could only be broken by death. We fought day and night trying to stay true to our words. But then again, one could always falter. A thousand moral deeds is not enough to pay for that single sin. And at the wake of the war we find ourselves as wounded warriors grasping our swords asking each other: "Why"? And as we go on a final hurrah, our lives begin to flash before our eyes. A single second seem a thousand years. And in thesese moments we begin to discover what our real purpose is.

As we look back, we see faces, of the people that we try to protect by the teeth of our swords, looking, laughing and saying.... You are not the one protecting me. It was you who's protecting yourselves. We go down wounded and bloody. And as we open our eyes, not a single familiar face among the vast number of warriors looking on, all of them holding out theyre hands saying....

"Give me thy hand, my brother". The journey aint over yet!