its like nothing gets done and there is so much to do.
and yet you have done so much in one day.
fought egos. fought self. fought destiny.
fought the pit of one human against the other.
its a fight all along, isnt it?
the sun has set. has the battle come to a standstill?
no, the sun has moved on to another battlefield. and the battle is still on.
the flickering light of hope is dancing to the wind, a whip of the wind and the hopes are all lashed.
i either quit the fight or fight the quit. or better still, learn the art of war.
battles after battles, wars are to be won.
glorious wars against this world.
Len Deighton - The Bernard Samson series
1 year ago