The Juvenile Pride
We fall and fall again, some of us cry while some of us cheat, some of us start praying, but few fall again only to realize that their fall was not merely a collapse but a flight of thousand miles. We shall call such heroes as FALLEN warriors. Just for a moment try to imagine that you are standing on top of a heavenly mountain, from where everything is visible, every human being is perceptible, with his actions itched like lines on the map. Every mortal being in this world is running after something and that “something” is what defines him, explains his deeds. We call that “something” as our desire . Well how do you feel? When you have worked very hard for something and its just not happening the way you imagined. How does it feel when your ego is trampled and the pride masticated by the jaws of destiny? Overwhelmed and shattered human ego is a big misery and we all face it one day or the other and those who slain the Satan inside them shall be called a warrior. Phew...