I’ve never been to war. I will never know the exact sacrifice and everything cruel about it. The closest thing I can reference it to is the time I risked and put my health on the line and stuck it out in the darkest of times for my employer. The second time I did so I experienced a year of chest pain, diaphoresis at 5pm, and my life revolved around work. I had no other focus then to get through my day and keep trudging on. I knew this could not last and I could endure it. And sure enough a little over a year later the light of day came. It was heaven and I indulged in it every minute. I thought this must be the reward for putting my body through torture. I deserve this. Or so I thought. You don’t deserve any thing and every heaven moment is paid for now or later. Indulge in the good times and wait for it to knock you down in both knees and have you crawling for each moment you enjoyed. Let your guard down and get punched in the face. Bloody nose and all. Enjoy the good times and know that just around the corner is your next sucker punch each one different and unique. Hope you’ve built the strength to endure each time. Rest, get knocked down, and repeat this cycle.
Waste Not, Want Not