It's Life!

Even the army doesnt need an injured soldier then what is the attitude all about?
Soldier is the word, the icon, the idol, the power, the face, the meaning i gave to a whole lot of my emotions which i didnt want to define. Woke up to fight everytime I fell when I saw the face of this solider in me. Probably it was just an attitude... a mere illusion of my thoughts!
Realised yesterday... when this freind told me that when a solider gets injured in the army even he has to go to get allright before he can fight again. Never thought of it that way... coz my illusion said that a soldier never stops! never halts! never rests! never gives up!
Reality struck that moment and wondered... is it time I woke up to the real face?
Does that mean... escaping isnt possible anymore. Its not just me alone now... Its a responsibility! cant escape from confronting? cant escape questions which are staring at me with concerened eyes? Does that mean... my expectations need to halt? Is the expectation high or I really dont deserve enough?
Been a loner, been an identity which doesnt fit in the new shoes that I chose to wear! Questions are raised and answers are demanded... not used to it! its uncomfortable! it makes me restless... coz it matters! matters to only the two... sharing a responsibility! it demands dropping my lone adamancy! it demands dropping the me in us! it demands and i give in! Slowly... but yes I give in!
Who matters more at the end of the day?
The injured solider yet adamant or the fighter yet made happy!
Dont want to be the injured solider who cant fight... dont have the patience to wait to get allright! Feels powerful to be on the field... facing! living! dieing! but not escaping any more!
Just some thought and I hit it well...
Yet the soldier m proud of... the real one!