The warrior...

Everyone has a story to tell, whether they say it in words or hide it in their eyes. But it's there. Everyone fights their own battles within themselves that the other person has no idea about. He should have shared it with someone who is close or someone experienced. But he chooses not to do it because he would be advised to leave the battlefield coz he has clearly lost it as it looks like. And he knows it. Doing the same action everyday and expecting a different result is utter madness. I wish he was fighting just one war, but he is trapped and attacked from all the sides this time. He stands alone. He sees an option to leave and escape as there is a way to go underground. But he chooses to fight back and take his stand.

Someone shot a canon at him. And to protect himself and survive more he did go down but didn't come out for a while. He didn't want to escape his defeat but he thought for sometime to find better weapons and make strategies to comeback and win the battle alone by himself. The den where he was hiding leads the way to his armoury. He headed there.

He was unhappy because even the ones fighting with him, left him saying that we don't have potential to face the opponent, they didn't trust each other. Attackers believed he has died of the shot or fled away and many of them left the battlefield without even caring about finding the dead body. But what he's doing down there is far above anyone's imagination. He is a warrior not a coward. He's injured, but not dead.

Months passed. Everybody thought he's dead... the enemy, the closed ones, everybody. He was there alone fighting the battle all on his own. He came out, he fought, he conquered. He wanted to go home now. Since, everybody believed that he's dead, he never appeared to them. Not even to the ones who cared for him at some point of time coz they left him when he needed them the most. He just disappeared.

Sometimes we think giving up is the only solution to solve a difficulty. For eg. Everyone tries to find a right person throughout their life but in the meanwhile they forget to be the right person. Just because they are not able to see their own flaws, they try to find them in other things and justify their decision to leave them. The pain which is left behind is always unforgettable.

The difference

How do you differentiate between a wrong time and a bad time? This could be interesting if you give it a thought.
Rather you 'll have to sail through both of them to find how they are different.
You attempt to do something which doesn't fall in place that time because of some mistake or some other factor which you were not aware of, it's a wrong timing.
You attempt to do something which is constantly not happening no matter how much you try, you do it the right way and you want it passionately. You fail, life lets you down in whatever you do. That's what I call a bad time.
For instance I call my girlfriend home when my parents are out,surprisingly they come back. I was doing things the right way, planned everything but it was a wrong timing that they came.
Such a thing starts happening frequently, and all the other good things you do with her which u think would fix those mood spoilers doesn't happen well too. She is pissed off and decides to leave me. Infact the other personal things going on in your life like your goals,ambitions are in scrap. That's a bad time you are going through.
Wrong timing establishes the beginning of all the bad times in your life if it's not worked on sincerely from the first day. We underestimate the former, thinking that it's just the first time and it will not happen again. And the best way out to get away from your bad time is to move on, keep walking, that's what I'm doing but it has left me lifeless, hopeless, less happy and under confident. The only thing which is motivating me is that I'm alive, I've not given up on things, I'm waiting for the things to fall in place just like it happened a few months ago.
Not everything in life is awesome. There will be a mix and match of imperfect things coz you are supposed to work on them. After fixing them, there will be another imperfection. And the cycle goes on to keep you moving.
I chose a road which I thought was just perfect. I walked on it. I was feeling so gud while walking on it, yes there were hurdles but I was happily crossing them. Then surprisingly I found a dead end, telling me to go back from where you started and choose another way. I spent some my time there to extend the road and start walking again. But no, I ws compelled to go back. It's a long walk and this time there were more hurdles.