When I was little, I could make a fort out of a blanket and a flashlight. Later it was cardboard boxes and a cardboard sword. My little friends and I would guard the land against all intruders. We were brave and always successful.
As time passes, life tends to make changes in both forts and enemies. Today’s forts are again blankets, and the swords are prescription pills and rest. The foes are sneaky and unseen. They attack from anywhere and everywhere. Often it is time itself that attacks, wearing us down, battering our resistance into submission.
Instead of casualties there are
side effects, and the war is never over, the enemy simply falls back to
regroup, waiting for the next attack.
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