No amount of preparation would shield us from the pain of the blow when it is delivered. No amount of anticipation would numb us of the ache when tissues are torn and blood vessels are ruptured.

Our consolation lies in that it wouldn’t come as a surprise anymore when it finally does happen. We wouldn’t fall head first and lie crippled by the weight of the blow. Okay, maybe we might. But we wouldn’t remain prostrate. We wouldn’t want to. We already knew what was coming after all.We’d still die a little inside when reality finally sinks in but instead of moping defeatedly in a corner, we’d choose to walk on, to move on towards that better day they speak of in the near future where battles become memories and wounds become scars that remind us of what we’ve been through and who we once were.

Dying a little inside… quite appropriate, don’t you think?


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