You asked for me.
You wanted my help.
We agreed upon a goal.
Sure, I won’t force my ideas on to you.
This is your war; I’m just a fellow soldier in it.
I won’t drag you with me to my notion of victory.
I won’t be a medicine worse than the disease.
But let’s establish a fact.
War is war.
No; we can’t customize it to your comfort levels.
Victory has its own needs. It asks us to level up.
There’s a reason you’re in this hell;
you can’t deny you need to grow up.
No we can’t afford lethargy.
If you hate my speed, hate away.
Here’s reality: nobody won a war by being slow.
Races between rabbits and tortoises, maybe.
But not every opponent is a rabbit.
Some are jackals and hyenas;
they don’t take naps.
And neither will we.
Don’t waste my time.
I’m in it wholeheartedly;
but that makes sense only when
you’re in it first, all in,
punches and kicks, teeth and nails.
We go in, we do what must be done, we get out.
We. Don’t. Stop.
© Apoorva
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Counselor Apoorva 