Stitched Up Warrior

The Stitched-Up Warrior is proud when he catches glimpses of his scars.

They have made him stronger, fiercer, cunning. What tried to stop him failed and was overcome by his strength.

At some point in the past these scars frightened him, he wished he never came to receive them. But the warrior knows that without such scars one has not been tested, not been pushed, not tasted blood.  

A warrior without scars is mentally weaker, softer, tamer.  He has not had the pleasure of coming face to face with great obstacles and overcoming them.  

The Stitched-Up Warrior smiles at his scars, he knows that more are to come and waits with appreciation.

The Stitched-Up Warrior is a Leader.

His energy radiates warmth, his body protection, his howl wisdom.

The warrior is surprised when he is blamed for letting the team down, or angry when he has been given more responsibility to be put upon his shoulders.

“Why do people look at me and expect me to command? I didn’t ask for it.” The warrior has wondered why he has always been pressured to lead; always burdened to look over others.

“Am I unaware of the presence I hold around others?” He asks himself.

Do people look at me and see fortitude, where I see a victim.   

Do people look at me and see strength, where I see weakness.

Do people look at me and see trust, where I see fear.

A power radiates from the warrior that he has been afraid to understand.  When he is finally ready to take responsibility good things start to happen.  He is no longer being a passive bystander, instead he has an end in mind and pushes forward aggressively.

A Stitched-Up Warrior steps up to guide his team.  To have the character to bounce back from failure, to have aggression when intruded, to lift up others when he used to expect others to lift him up.

The warrior may not notice it at first but they are waiting for him to step up and take command.  And he does.

Every Stitched-Up Warrior is created, not born. Forged from pain, loneliness, courage, and passion, and molded into a single being whose journey is to hunt down what it desires.

This journey begins with a simple question;

“How can I be Happy?” the warrior asks,

“When you are Strong?” the Goddess replies.

To live is to suffer and those who learn to endure the pain prosper.  Let pain become a sign for celebration, for growth and for change. “Pick up your heavy sword, those with the toughest battles become the strongest.”

The Stitched-Up Warrior has seen an abundance of men lose women, wealth and faith in themselves.

“Things come and go,” the warrior tells himself, “But I am still here. I have my sword. I will make the most of what I have.”

The warrior has with him a Sword of Light called Gratitude.

With Gratitude close to his side, nothing can be taken away from him. It cuts through the darkness. Gives the warrior sight of what he has power over, and what is up to the gods.

Many a day would he have been swallowed up by demons had it not been for Gratitude. He sharpens it daily, for without the daily habit it will become a useless tool.

Inscribed on the blade is written: “GOOD.”

The Stitched-Up-Warrior hears jokes about lions and tigers being caged for amusement, but he has seen worse.

He knows that all dogs were once wolves, that in being tamed comes a change in mind and appearance. True danger lies not in being locked up, but in forgetting we are a prisoner.

But the warrior is awake, others take notice of his eyes; open, observant, unflinching. Eyes that can kill. The warrior has felt the freedom in pursuing his dreams, the fulfillment in achieving, and the growth in failing and being alone. “Comfort and safety make one weak” the warrior smirks. “Why give in to becoming small.”

He is you. You fall down. You bleed. You hurt.

You pick yourself up, you smile and you wipe the blood away.

You stitch yourself back up and you fight again.

You do it because you are a warrior.

You heal, you get stronger and you fight some more.