The arm gets tired from holding the sword and defending the love, then comes the day you drop your defense and that which you battle with strikes the killing blow, not because it is needed but simply because they can.
I think this is why we have to drench ourselves in the kindness and love of those around us. We have to fill our well so that when we drop our swords, and the others attack, we are not mortally wounded.
The arm gets tired from holding the sword and defending the love, then comes the day you drop your defense and that which you battle with strikes the killing blow, not because it is needed but simply because they can.
I think this is why we have to drench ourselves in the kindness and love of those around us. We have to fill our well so that when we drop our swords, and the others attack, we are not mortally wounded.
I’ll live OG, not as kind as I once was but I will live to see it through.