The streets at night are lonely. The darkness is abundant with sorrow and the aftermath of pain. Life truly hurts. I can feel the pain in every cell in my body. I think my heart aches because it stopped beating.
I have made it a habit to fight every second of my life. When I fall to the ground, I don't waste my time dusting off the dirt. I get right back up and start swinging. God blessed me with two fists that I can use to take out demons, one right after an other. I feel the fatigue when the demon I have to fight is myself.
I live life in the fast line. It doesn't slow down one bit. But sometimes, things happen in our lives that make us realize that we are moving too fast. We go through life so fast that we take for granted the blessings God has given us. We assume that those we love will always be there. We often ignore the inevitable.
Sometimes, we have to face the reality of losing a loved one. Sadly, it isn't until they are gone that we regret not spending enough time with that person. Only God can give us a Promise that we can see those we've lost again.
What hurts is when the smallest and shortest memory you have with someone who is gone, is a memory that burns in your heart hotter than fire. Crying is only the tip of the ice burg.
I fight every day and night against demons who come after my soul. Those who love me fight by my side. It just hurts when the world takes someone you love, someone who has fought for you to live.
