Inevitable stays the fact that I always fight. A chronic adolescent, I sometimes call myself.
I fight against life.
Against the time.
Against prejudices and traditions, manners and conventions.
Fighting can be rebelling. Fighting is also life.
We fight against sickness and death, against the human in us and against nature. It’s a fine line between this fighting and this living..
God gives and takes life. Still, we give our utmost and go to the ends to keep life when it seems to end or when the going is rough. We think it’s wrong to let it go just like that. And it is. It’s something oh so special.
How then can we know what to fight for and what to accept in peace?
We fight, have to fight, against human sins. Against jealousy, hate, anger, that in us which always wants to get our own rights, and will hurt others if need be, to get that.
We have to fight for life, for all that is beautiful, true and pure.
And we have to do the fighting in a state of rest. Lay ourselves down in our Father’s hands, in trust. While also running the race, with persistence, looking to that which is before us.
I see, then, how small it is to fight against time and traditions, against the ways and customs of others, and how much more beautiful it is to fight for love and life, forgiveness and peace.
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