The battle is often hidden, but each of us face struggles in life. We are good at making masks and rigging disguises and using smoke and mirrors to create illusions. These props make our battles less noticeable; at least, that's what we hope.
We smile and pretend and go along with the crowd when out in the light. But once alone, in the dark, without risk of being found out or perceived as wicked or weak or different, we can shed that ever-thickening façade. There, it is safe to be who we are, no matter how damaged or broken or hurt or sad or different we are.
Sometimes the battles we are fighting are over serious health conditions or mental illnesses or addictions. And for these battles, help should be sought out. We cannot always go it alone. But we must also believe in ourselves.
Sometimes the battles we are fighting are private, internal, tugging of heartstrings, to be who we really are, to be brave and strong and stand up for ourselves. And for these battles, we must train and prepare by growing thicker skins and sharpening our arrows of self-love, confidence and courage. We must believe in ourselves.
Sometimes the battles we fight are brought on by societal perceptions of rich, or poor, or different colors of skin, or religion, or politics or fat bodies or skinny bodies or neighborhoods or so many others things. And for these battles, we must learn not to care what others think of us or our choices, based on their perceptions. We must believe in ourselves.
These battles are not easily fought or won. But those who are brave; those who believe in themselves; those who have faith and courage and love will endure; they will overcome; they will rise up.
So, do be kind.
Do not recklessly sling stones, shoot arrows or throw mud. No good has ever come of that.
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to others. Be kind to all. We are each struggling, enduring, waging wars and trying to live day to day. Over and out…