Monday, November 10, 2008

It Is Done

There comes a time when a man must turn from God, turn from society, turn from the one he loves stating without so much as a quiver in his voice that he's got this. It will be alright. He must then move and make things move. He must cast aside the doubts and petty obstacles that once stood between him and his. If it ruins him that will be alright. If it kills him that will be better. If it works that will be best. If all who know him turn from him not comprehending the principled actions which he has undertaken, then he shall continue alone. The peaks of mountains and trenches of the sea are filled with the bones of those like him. Their milk-white remains stand as testament. He will briefly pause and acknowledge this communion. Then his strides will carry him on. Their ghosts will not haunt him. Their spirits will not whisper, “turn back” into his ear. They will nod in approval as he passes. He will be the one who will reach the summit and if not he will drag his dying body off the path so as to not block the way for those who will come after him. He will face his death with courage knowing he has done what must be done and what must be done must be done.