Insanity again.

I was reading my own entry of soldier's insanity and realised that it wasn't just any story that popped into my head. In very much sense, I was both soldiers depicted in the story. The injured private was the old self. Fatelly wounded and wanting death to be swift. The other soldier was the new me, I have to keep telling myself to stand tall and survive. Despite everything that's been thrown at me, I wll not back down. Though I feel remorse for the death of my old self, there is no time for mourning. The battle goes on and I have to fight my demons alone.

Someone asked me before, "Why put in so much effort? Why not take the easy way out?" Let me now reply that with more questions.

"There are two man, one climbs the Mount Everest while the other climbs Bukit Timah Hill. Who would have a greater sense of achievement? Who would have greater pride? Who is the stronger man?"

Naturally, people would think that the man who has climbed Everest the better man. That is why I refuse to walk the easy path anymore. I've been putting off things, escaping reality, avoiding conflict. I want to toughen myelf up. I want to cherish what I have more than ever. Don't ask me why am I taking the harder route anymore. Just watch while I stand at the peak of Everest with proud tears in my eyes. Looking at the beauty of the Earth from that vantage point, I'll be able to tell you that its all worth it.