we are soldiers

you have probably once turned your back against love. against life. vowing to yourself to never fall in love again, to never work hard ever again. because you have tried relentlessly, but in the end it only brings you despair.

well, look at you now. probably still working on the same thing you once almost gave up doing. probably at your umpteenth attempt at perfecting what you're learning - like on your meringue, or merengue. probably married to the one love you almost turned your back against, building a family, caring for it, nurturing it. an evidence to show that you were never really close to giving up at all.

because that is who we are. or what we are. stubborn.

of course there are nights where you get carried away on an emotional streak, and you make a promise to yourself, to stop being you. to stop trying to please people too much, to stop caring, to stop feeling. but you see, what the hell does that even mean? where would i even start if i really wanted to do that?

primarily, we are stubborn. no matter how much the brain says no, this little organ in your body, this lump of meat slightly fixated to the left of your abdomen, which is apparently, the chief of all other organs, insists on taking over. at the end of the day, whatever it says, goes.

we are soldiers. we only take orders from the one chief that rules all - the heart.