The greatest challenge
I want to write. I want to write about the challenges I faced in MCM, the friends I have made and the things I've learnt. I want this post to be about everything I've overcome thus far, and the things I gave up to get to where I am. But this isn't what this post is about. It's time for a confession. -- I've lived twenty years of my life in fear of a commitment that I have to honour to the grounds that I grew up in. I don't believe in fighting. I don't believe in guns, in explosions, in proofs of strength to get what we want. And I want to distance myself as much as possible from the notion that I am against. Yes, you can call it a fear, a fear of being enlisted to the army. It started when I was maybe five, I had a memory of crying to my father, crying about how I didn't want to be a chess piece in the battlefield. I didn't want to die young for the old and selfish. Long story short, here I am, in a cruel twist of fate, I've been deal