War of the worlds

I'm a person who hates losing. Sometimes I’d avoid battles if it looked like I would lose, and then sometimes I would get into one just to see how it would turn out. As a rule I don’t like making enemies, I guess nobody does, but there are times when you just cannot avoid being on the other side of the fence. There are times when the other party is such that you cannot but hate it, cannot but wage a war against it, and can in no way bring yourself to coexist happily with it. The world just isn’t big enough for the two of you.

I have this particular enemy who just wouldn’t give up the fight. With this longstanding adversary I’ve fought endless battles, we’ve had hundreds of encounters, and I’ve set out on hundreds of missions to destroy this foe. But I’ve never succeeded. It just wouldn’t die. It is one of those undefeatable things which no matter how badly it was beaten or routed somehow always finds its way back to you, and since I'm not exactly known for my meekness and tolerance we would once again end up drawing swords. It is all around me, unavoidable, unlovable, unlikeable, it surrounds me completely, and I can feel its presence merely by breathing.

Summer is the time when it is most aggressive. During the scorching days and the hot nights I sometimes thought the whole world is conspiring against me, that everything is on its side. It taunts me and mocks me from every corner, and I in return go after it with a vengeance that can only be described as relentless. But although I have employed many fighting strategies and applied war tactics of Alexander and Napoleon and the like, I’ve always found myself on the losing side. But do I give up? Oh no not me. The world is a battlefield for the two of us, and I don’t see us shaking hands anytime soon. I will chase it, will wipe it off as much as I could, and it will also follow me everywhere I go and be with me as much as it could.

I don’t have hopes of winning. I know it’s a losing battle I'm fighting, and my enemy will ultimately defeat and kill me. It is as old as time, has the advantage of being older and more experienced, has travelled to the four corners of the earth and back, and fought in all the wars the world has ever seen. Against such an enemy do I stand a chance of winning? Not at all. Eventually the day will come when I will have to bow my head in defeat and go over to its side, becoming a soldier in its army and fighting all its wars. I know this because it was written in Genesis 3:19 “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”