I had a realization the other day-
I am scared of being normal. I don’t know why, and it sounds pretty stupid- but I am terrified of just having a life that scrapes by. This had been on my mind frequently when I read “The Hunger Games” books. It was so easy for me to escape into the world of danger, adventure and heartaches that the author had presented to me. All I had to do was continue to turn the pages, and I would be at no risk of an average life- until the pages eventually ran out. I thought a lot about these books, well after they had finished. They for some reason haunted my mind and I couldn’t think of anything else.
Then it hit me.
I am the main character in this book. We are all the main character in this book. Fighting till the death, being misdirected by a corrupt power, saving loved ones and lost ones, being an example ourselves and leading a riot that secretly scares those not part of it- this all is so familiar. As part of Gods army, we are all rebel leaders planning attacks and counter attacks on a greater evil power. We are the minority, but that doesn’t give anyone a disadvantage. Their will be casualties, and people will be sacrificed to try and make us hold back and stumble- but we never stop.
I don’t know why it took me so long to realize this. Perhaps I was blinded by my own ideas of how an exciting life should be led. Of course I won’t have an average life, thats not even a possibility for me. Danger lurks around every corner, I’m saving lives and protecting those I love. I’m bringing down my enemy and not holding back. I belong to something that not only gives me meaning, but allows me to leave my stain on humanity. Why should I want to be famous, when I’m already being written down in history books?
It’s a strange realization, but I am so grateful that we have the privalage to fight in the battle, and that each of us are irreplaceable.
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