Battlefield And Home
In a battlefield, a lamb has no place, for it’s a place, where even trained souls have lost constraints. And that is why for the lamb to survive, it needs to adapt and for that the hunted needs to become the hunter, just to save itself, and to come back home safely.
The same is with humans. With a gentle heart and a modest appeal, when we go around in this cut throat world, with time, we tend to feel the need to adapt too, for that is how we survive. We learn through our experiences, and those same experiences harden us and prepare us for the onslaught of future. Some onslaughts we survive through past experience, some through further adaptation, and then, there are some that downright pull us down.
In the battlefield, there are no children/fathers/mothers, but only warriors. Warriors with thoughts aligned to prepare one for a fight that can break out any second, to save oneself, and to emerge victorious. For the need to survive, we push away parts of ourselves, ones that make us feel more human, and rather, we make do with abilities that push our survival. But all wars come with a resting period, the time we need to replenish our ammo, to check our armor, to loosen up and to have fun because we only can continue to fight if we are well rested and prepared!
With each onslaught, we lose a bit of what holds us to our human side, we become hardened, and numb, to the thoughts, and to the pain, because battles can be a mean business. In our focus on survival, our heightened defensive responses take a toll on our mind. Which is why it is said that the person who went to the battlefield is not the same person who returns!
But let’s put it in a different perspective here, apart from the battlefield, this is what our daily life is based upon. We all have our different set of problems and issues that transform us, from the naïve person we begin as, into a hardened person that we adapt to. We all have a different mind frame than the person next to us, and all of us have a battle of our own, a battle we must fight, within ourselves, and around us. And in those moments, we wall ourselves, in order to protect us from things and scenarios that we are a part of.
And just like a veteran comes back home changed, so do we, change, for, at the end, it is all about the survival of fittest. But with time we forget or fail to acknowledge who we are within. We just go on along with the mask of toughness and adaptability. However, just like the battle is no place for lambs, similarly, home is no place for warriors and battle. And due to our heightened sense to adapt, we somehow refuse to acknowledge that resting place. We go on, tensed and not trusting people who truly mean good for us. We are unable to let them stay, and no matter what, we refuse to build bridges where the walls are, for how else, would a person get through.
This is why, no matter what we do, neither do we find home, nor do we rest. We just end up being wary of everything around us, and in our quest to find peace and happiness, we are the one who pass it up as it appears, for the chance seems like a risk, and our involuntary stance seems to avoid it at all costs. We are so clenched up inside that we fail to see the things that do matter, one way or the other.
But at the end of it, no matter how much adaptation is important, what else is important is to lower down your battle stance, when there is no need be, for survival is only fruitful when it comes with lasting happiness and peace!