A Career Battle: Preparation
When I consider a my life, I see many peaks and troughs. Crossing the bridge from my childhood to my present self cost me many internal battles. Few I won, being many times defeated proudly, but most of the time I suffered just because I waged them flippantly (impetuously? carelessly?), believing in my sword. In this journey of bloodshed I realized that victory demands more than proficiency and talent; technique and prescience are vital.
I hold within in my sight the other side where shadows never stay, where the green meadows lie. I see the sheep grazing, the bird chirping its tune and rhythm of the nature beating. Mountains are perfectly curved; birds are never out of harmony; rivers lazily nap; trees resonate their green melody; the land is at its best.
But here I stand vexed and breathless, still haunted. Will I ever reach there? I see a moving mass who have already stepped over, enjoying each moment in that curse-free land. But then, also, I can make out many corpses strewn across the bridge to that same land.
People have pursued the greatest necromancers, tarot-readers and astrologers, just to cut short the journey to that land; but the scryers themselves make traps of their own souls. Today I stand at the heart of the crossroads. Before me stretches a blessed land - on which a graveyard stands. Behind, the way back home where my past lies buried.
I have decided to press on till my last drop of blood is bled away. I know that every step I take will be blocked by the fallen, but I also know that if I raise my sword and fight, it won’t take me long to set eyes on that land. Now I comprehend that my strength lies hidden in the sharpening (sharpness?) of my blade and not the energy with which I wield it.
Come with me or bid goodbye and watch… I HAVE DECIDED TO GO, WHAT ABOUT YOU?
My best effort. I'm not sure what the difference is between 'proficiency' and 'technique' though. It's some time since I studied fencing.