An army of one in this war called life..

It is often said that life is a journey and not a destination, but what happens when your journey can be likened to living in a daily war with yourself, family, and the people around you?  Why is it that the people who brought you life try so significantly hard to take it out of you?  What are we on this earth for if not love, support, trial, and error? 

Everyone has a different path and just because it isn't what society deems fruitful doesn't mean that person isn't successful.  Sometimes I sit and wonder these things, but other times I am forced against the wall and want to run away from all this pain.  I want to get out of here!  But where?  Where can I run to?  Maybe another State, but then I would still be forced to deal with this Country and It's false hope and lies.  Maybe another Country, but then I would still be forced to deal with mother nature's blues and tragedies.  

No matter where I go I will still be at war.  At war with myself.  Dealing with the seeds that have been planted in me since birth.  Waiting, just waiting for them to grow into little stumps so that I can either cut them down or wait until they grow.  Sometimes they grow into beautiful trees and other times they are poisenous.  Which ones do I feed, give light, give TLC?  It will always be a constant battle and I am an army of one.  

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