I feel like I have entered a stage in my life whereby I have let go of the will to fight. No longer wanting to consciously be a part of the battle, the entire mental image of fight in life is almost appalling. What is, is. What comes, comes. I watch this internal struggle, not wanting to be an active (or re-active) participant in the fight. I see it, I recognize it and I am witness to it. My whole life I've known nothing but pushing. Pushing myself and others, and now i feel like I care for fighting less & pushing less. It feels strange to me, yes. I suppose because I am so used to being an active (or re-active) participant. This time I am minding my mind. My heart here, says one thing my mind sometimes it says another and I can begin to see that this is the root of the struggle. It feels foreign, I must admit. To be a silent witness. But I've learnt through these experiences that I can be who I am without fighting. And you can be who you are without me fighting. And we can be who we are, without fighting.