A Future Worth Looking At

As I embark on yet another mission, I hear the clamoring of the voices in my head. Though my objectives are as clear as they have been since I've taken up the sword to fight the wailing foreign voices, my perception of things to come has always been clouded and unsure. As I go deeper and immersed in battle, I cannot stop but think that the blood I spill today may not necessarily be the fuel that will light the way for the future. When the dust has settled and the shroud has been lifted, will I see a future worth bleeding for?

By the time I retire my lightsaber, will I be too scared to walk a path that is tranquil and peaceful? Will I crave for the spoils of war when peace brings only what I need? Will I yearn for the company of old comrades and the refreshing taste of beer after a good hunt when it is replaced by the comforting presence of the one I love?

With a doubtful heart I gear up for another challenge. Hoping that as I strike my sword and lay waste to my enemies, it would be the last. If it is true that people tend to live longer because they have a job to fulfill, I hope I don't live long. I shall not wait for that fateful day but it will resound in my heart as a quiet prayer. Clouded, the future may be, I shall rely on my faith to keep me steadfast and true to myself.