I looked at the emptiness in defeat. The blankness had gotten the best of me. So I thought. It was so vast, so vague, so void, & so daunting. Yes, it was just so. Nothing seemed to be able to fill its emptiness. Some tried to fill it with colors but somehow the colors didn’t seem to fit. Another added pictures but they didn’t seem appropriate. I heard that a few tried to ignore the vastness and go on with their life. Not me. I had to stop this thing from eating at my conscious. But how?
I knew what I had to do. I had to muster up every tiny bit of faith and courage to face this beat head on. I wasn’t going to keep running from this monster. Alright, you wanna fight? Let’s fight.
I got the sturdiest chair I could find, brewed the blackest And most caffeinated coffee I had. This was going to be a long night, but I was ready for the challenge. This nuisance wasn’t going to get the best of me. I sharpened my weapons and loaded the cartridge chamber. Alright, let’s fight. It was time for war.
I unloaded my bullets one by one. By the time I knew, I had unloaded my first round. I looked around. I saw some damage had been done but it still wasn’t enough to brag about. I hadn’t even put a dent in it.
Round two. I unloaded so more. This is around the time I took my first sip of coffee. Black and bitter. The bitterness was enough to keep me awake. One thing I learned in this kind of fight was, I can’t win a war while I’m sleep. I have to wide awake. Alert and vigilant. Always on my P’s and Q’s. The enemy can attack at any time and it is very important that I stay active and awake. Not rest for the weary.
By the time my second round was done, I saw that I had gotten a little distracted and lost focus. My aim was becoming a little off. Ok, shake it off. You got this.
I tried to undo what I had done but the marks I made seemed to be permanent. I couldn’t worry about what went wrong though because something is bound to go wrong sometimes. Nothing is perfect.
I put that round of mistakes behind me. That’s all round two was–a mistake. I just call it a learning experience. Next time I’ll know why not to do. I had to get back on my A game. I couldn’t allow a round of mistakes take my eyes off the prize of defeating this beast. It could be done and I knew that I could be the one to do it. I had no doubt in my mind.
Round three. This round was served with more precision. I found my groove and decided to go with the flow. I was firing shots and every shot stuck. Everything was going together.
It didn’t seem so vast or intimidating now. I felt good knowing that this was a mountain that not only I could conquer, but I was on my way to conquering. It was getting done. Slowly but surely.
I was fighting this fight alone but the coffee was assisting tremendously. I couldn’t have gotten this far without it. I had to retreat to the barracks for a mental break and change of scenery. I couldn’t exhaust all of my energy so soon. It was important that I rested when I could.
These kind of wars would take a toll on you if you let them. I wasn’t going to let this beat me. I was in the process of rebuilding my strength. I peeped out and saw the enemy looking at me. Not saying a word but taunting me in silence. I felt like running out like King Leonidas yelling this is Sparta! But I decided against it and chose a much quiet and humble attack.
I quietly made my way back to the battlefield and faced my opponent. Today, in a few short minutes, one of us would have the victory. I bowed my head a short devotional prayer, asking for the winner to be me.
I fired my last round. To my surprise, everything I shot out landed right in place on the vast terrain.
I beamed with delight. I had won the war on tonight. This my friends was a fight–on how to write.
Prompt courtesy of Martin McConnell.