Beneath the armor.

Have you ever felt lost and baffled in this maze called life?

I did.

Several times have I battled my heart out just to free myself from this endless prison.

I triumphed.

I failed.

Either way I am always faced by choices unforeseen when I first stepped into the labyrinth. Deciding which one to choose was never easy. It may lead you to victory, failure, or into another maze.

Is there a way out?

I’ve been reflecting for quite some time, trying to figure out how I made it through in some of my expeditions. My greatest discovery is yet to unveil .

In order to find my way out, I first have to find myself.

Then one day, I ventured the world to search for my truth. Only to realize in the end that it has always been at my doorstep waiting to be awakened. My truth never left me in the first place. I was the one who left, who got lost, and who have forgotten.

My quest is not yet over, though. A white flag hasn’t been raised in the battlefield and I will not be the one to do it. I won’t desert this combat for it is worth fighting for to the end.

But I was defeated. The destiny had forsaken the warrior.

You see, there‘s a time when a warrior must soldier on with the fight, and a time to accept that fate abandoned her. No one can hold back the river and only a fool would sail back to the crusade.

The truth is, I had always been a fool.

And there comes a point when a brave warrior will swallow her pride and own up for her inadequacy. 

The truth is, I was never a brave warrior.

The warrior got lost but it has found its truth embedded within.

The warrior got hurt but it endured the pain triggered by destiny.

And beneath the armor is I, the warrior.