An eye for an eye

If one is not a violent person, it doesn't mean that one is a pacifist. And violence, sometimes, is a necessary evil, one that we cannot avoid, a way that we all must take when all the lights go out and all other roads were already and uselessly taken. Happens to everyone at some point, when the beating goes for a long time. One can allow to be broken under merciless and often unfair barrage, until the blows cannot be felt any more. One can surrender and beg for mercy, even when sure that such grace will not be freely given. Or one can take arms and fight back.

I'm tired of a peace sustained by thin, fragile threads, like forgotten cobwebs over the edge of the abyss. I'm tired of the restless agression, of the constant struggle against a heedless enemy. I'm tired of hopelessness, of undeserved guilt, of futile concessions that shall never appease the wrath that moves against me. Maybe I should take arms again. Maybe I should forget reason, for it has been useless until now, and fight back with the same malevolence and wickedness that fights me restlessly. An eye for an eye and the world goes blind, they say. But maybe in blindness there is something to be seen.