Warrior Prelude (Unedited)

Warriors are born like everybody else, but at some point a Warrior experiences loss, deprivation, betrayal, or they meet a cause that they could not live without fighting for. That the sheer lack of giving up on it would destroy them, and their very will to live. Be it some quest, their family, a lover, a religious or political endeavor, or a dream.

Warriors aren’t always good people. Sometimes their fight is selfish, sick, and desperate. Some, just tread the waters of the morally gray… and some, our favorites, the ones we dub with the titles of Heroes fight for ideals we all buy into in some form or another.

Being a True Warrior is a state of mind. At one point in their life they were no stranger to isolation and deprivation. Hardships make us stronger, but colder, more distant. Eventually a Warrior begins to shed away the things that caused him the hurt in the first place. They become detached, overly logical, emotionally controlled to the point that it looks like complete detachment, because in the end all they are doing is trying to preserve the self. A Warrior does not preserve the self completely in vain. They preserve themselves, (sometimes at the barest minimums of what the human body needs for survival), because they realize their existence is imperative to their objective or cause.

They will die by the hand of God or what they perceive God to be or Not Be, or on the battlefield…

But they have no intention to die on a break or on the way there. Therefore temptation must be kept at a minimum. Even the True Warriors fighting FOR Love, have to put their love on the back burner for the greater good.

They set their focus and all of their energy on the fight ahead. They keep people at bay and prefer the now chosen solitude over the company of others. Having been rejected, and betrayed before this usually does not make this a true sacrifice. And sadly, most of the time, their innate passions and their difference in thinking is what caused everyone to turn their head and look away in the first place. The Average even if they are desirous of connecting to a True Warrior they will never be allow themselves to get close lest they fear losing their average, normal, train of thoughts, beliefs, and acceptance into society.

So, Warriors often believe they have learned their lessons about humanity as a whole and only keep few close to their heart, and even those that are the closest to their heart end up being pushed away at times, be it for the personal & emotional safety of the aforementioned loved ones, or for the selfish means to shut away the ones they love so they will not be distracted or lonely for, or asked anything of, in the process of their quest. Sometimes it is both.

Most other people have no purpose to them, Warriors see them as being trivial. Warriors’ prefer to only talk with intent and purpose… and they never say die until they have.

Eventually even if the cause is lost they continue to fight, because long into the endless battle or battles all the faces look the same, and fighting is all they have left. All they know. Even long after hope evades the mind, and the Ideal slips from the tongue the sword remains raised. They made a vow, to themselves or maybe to someone else. True Warriors never break The Vow, they can’t, if they did they would have no reason to exist anymore. Their dedication to their cause is rooted somewhere deeper then a socio-political fancy to try and be something The passion for it is in their DNA. They continue to fight because eventually after enough years have passed and they have tired of the fray, the fight is still all they really have.

Most of the time it is all searing dust and cold lonely nights they just get used to.

Sometimes small or relatively large victories cause the Warrior a moment of mental peace or pleasure… but eventually even that stops. Eventually they nod and go on because it is all they know, numb and wondering what it would be like to feel normal. Like when they were kids… or like what society dubs and views as “normal”, however for whatever reason they must Rebel. They will forever wonder looking into a world they will never understand. They will wonder why they are the way they are, and for each Warrior the tale is different. Unique… but very similar.

There is only one certainty for a true Warrior. They will be long dead before they ever get to see The War end. The Final Victory. The Big Fight. For Warriors will no longer be needed or born if the world ever became a perfect place, and if they are they might never know what they are capable of… and since there will never be a perfect place death itself may be the final victory in itself. If you believe in that sort of thing, or even that death could mean Peace.

So, The True Warrior fights without expectation to win. Without the absence of fear. The Warrior feels everything but appears unemotional, they only share it with few if anyone at all, and uses it as fuel for bravery. To walk into the fire just to see if it burns.

The Warrior fights because to them, It’s the only right thing left to do. They are Self Sacrificial as much as they are selfish, and internally forever alone, only alive enough inside to somewhat function & appear capable of the base human functions we must all perform.

They are robotic, sad, and forever enduring despite those things

For a Warrior Artist for everything they told you in their work, is a bigger greater tale beyond that they chose to not share. Not directly.

You will never fully be able to get to know a True Warrior completely.

There is a Warrior inside us all… and we find it when we need it, but I pray many of us don’t have to tap into that, because once you do you’ll never be the same.

So here’s to all the Warriors out there fighting for our shared ideals, to the Warriors who aren’t, and to the ones lost to unbeatable causes. I do not speak politically, this is not speak of the Military… I’m talking about everyday people as well as real fighters (and no I wasn’t referring to the stupid sport fighters). Parents & Pet Owners against incredible odds, Activists. To the think tanks that try to make the world a better place every day, even if they are destroying it on accident (at least they were trying). To the lovers who never quit. To the dreamers who never stop dreaming despite the realists who beat them down. To the Idealists who are called stupid by the run down dead inside mass produced propaganda Kool Aid drinking majority (Oh Yeah!). To the home owner trying to keep his house. You all fit these criteria in some way. You are all Warriors. I just hope you don’t get so lost in it that you lose yourself, your hopes and expectations, and your sense of self in the process or the ability to love and prioritize those that love you, and let people in. Once you shut down it’s a long road back to tinsel town, and some never make it back fully.

Be you a True Warrior, or a just a Warrior for a time and a place… I salute your strength because I know what you have had to live through to find it, and to the cowards:
God help your pathetic miserable selfish existences. There is such a large world out there filled with so much pain, and beauty… and you piss it on it with your closed sad little world. Every last breathing human being on this earth could make a difference in a big way if they would stop RUNNING away.

So throw away the security blankie and walk into the fire now and again. Chances are you either walk away a little singed and a lot more informed, or you rise from the ashes like a phoenix. Over & Over & Over again until you have what you need to fight for things that matter.

Everyone should have a cause. The world is so vast and filled with so much not for everyone to find a worthy passion, to find a worthy beast & slay it. We’re capable of so much more then what we do. We have so much to give even when we feel there is nothing left in us, and if we all worked together or at least in respective groups, and pushed ourselves a little further then we thought we could go… the sad worlds of the True Warrior would exist less & less as They alone have less to carry upon just their shoulders. Which would be the work of cowards, the work of distracted hapless lazy cowards everywhere strapped onto the True Warrior’s back so you can consume products, alter your reality with drugs, try to get laid, watch hours of television and discuss reality TV as you work at your miserable job to barely make ends meet as you make some fuck tard Rich As Hell.

Let’s all try to be a little more heroic.

“Lets conspire to ignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive.”