So, it's been six months...
In my absence - I assure you, it was not my intention and I beg forgiveness - I grew up. I gained the change I had been yearning for since I was young, so young I do not remember when. I have been given my confession - and it's true, I needed one.
"Tears may flow in the night, but joy comes in the morning!" ~ Psalms 30:5
I have met a true warrior; a better samurai than I could ever claim to be. I met a butterfly, older than me but younger at the same time. A defying little thing, unaware of its own mortality. A little butterfly samurai. And on this quiet lonesome night I save a prayer for the butterfly samurai. The true fighter, the true believer. No other warrior could ever claim to as much honour or faith as you.
What am I to this? I am nothing. I am no warrior. I am a liar that would run away in the face of gentleness. I am a coward, a fearful wretch that cries when the fire approaches and boasts at small leaps. I cannot save anyone's life.
I have never been a religious person. Perhaps I should feel guilt at this. But I have faith, I cannot deny that.
So, you self-proclaimed samurai...whereto from here?
Oregano Samurai Community Member 
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