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The Warrior’s Rest



A thought I’ve been carrying for a while.

— Concerning battles, endings, and peace with one’s own path.


Only those who feel they’ve no time to undo past failures tend to die with the deepest regrets. But I, for one, embrace my do-overs long before they are due.

When the end comes, I’ll meet it like a warrior, honored, unafraid, and returning home from battle.

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