I walked off the battlefield and into paradise. They say I lost the war. I didn't lose it. I quit whilst I was ahead. But I still think about the old days, and wonder.
I have a VERY vindictive streak, and is it revenge enough to have left all I knew in exile whilst existing in a state that many can't even imagine (even though I take everything for granted), knowing what I know, and not sharing that knowledge with my past?
Will I ever consider all I saw and see as irrelevant as what happened to me when I was still in the land of my birth?
Oh, I suppose I might. If a very persuasive ally chooses to guide me in that direction. Or I may end up picking up my sword again, symbolically speaking.
I suppose I'll find out soon enough. It's not my decision.
