No one’s special. But one can be favoured. And sometimes favour doesn’t mean a facile and unchallenged smooth life but rather to be put in the arena. So as you may err and come out short again and again. To experience the loneliness in the field despite the hundreds of people watching as you go into rack and ruins. The favour of life puts your in the front line in the battle of life-the first blows, shots and rounds of bullets find their way through your flesh. Though they might leave you in wounds and pain for days. Though you might be wide awake, disturbed by your thoughts and feelings in the dark- in search of meaning, you emerge victorious -stronger and tougher than the soldiers at the back. Nothing matters to you by dawn, you’ve figured out what the storm was all about and now your place is not with them craven nor them who knew nothing of the battle.

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