Man is never alone,
Within him dwells another,
Someone who knows his desires, his weaknesses and dreams,
He sits with comfort,
Waiting to speak up,
The opportunity arises whenever a decision needs to be made,
Right or wrong,
The one who dwells always picks the wrong one,
And his choice rings in the head causing the limbs to obey,
Is that the devil?
Is that how religion came about?
To find a way to quiet this voice,
This resistance that devolves man from God to peasant,
Desire a doctrine to follow so it can drown this other voice,
So we can do good, be good, act good and become good,
Without such doctrine, the fight is lonely,
The worst realization is the everydayness of the struggle,
Each morning brings about the foe, renewed, energized, dangerous, without any hint of the previous day’s defeat,
If it was every defeated,
Each day the battle restarts and each day we must overcome that voice,
Otherwise, life is shortened,
The pleasure from the experience of life, the fulfillment of life, is lessened,
As if there was a cap on what you can get out of life,
As if the brilliance that life offers is only for those who resist,
As if the one that dwells in you is placed in you as an opportunity,
A ready-made obstacle for you to understand what life is about,
That is why the fight is important,
To resist and overcome, daily,
But some never win,
Others give in,
The rare few look forward to it,
Those few I seek,
To become like them, a warrior who resists his inner voice,
Who overcomes himself,
Who reclaims the Kingdom lost.
Learned Living 