....and these feet walk because of what the ancestors did! In life.... we do what we do.. great deeds.. or small! We do what is wrong....don't we? Sometimes...at least..?. We do what is right... But when we choose to fight for what we believe in... we do what is greater..... Why do the warriors go to battle? The fighters train their martial arts and the strongmen lift their heavy weights...? Why do the ninja persevere in suffering? It is for the love.... the love of family... or for the protection of the women...the honor of the ancestors.... Their actions are pulsating through my veins... great....and not so great... their deeds shaped their pathway, and where they left off... another continues.... I am a Boman Dizon son...My Father is a great Man! And my Mother is a great Woman! and I am damn proud!
There is no glory of the great found here. No choice of courage over fear ..we are in the North where the ice has disappeared.. Survival of the fittest our deaths are by design. We know what they had done. Know the mistakes... They witnessed the fire that lit up the night...ending of the cycle beginning of the fight....I am an unnamed in a cage... They think us as their fodder they live without their honor... I am a disilussioned former slave...arms wide open..we embrace our fate...Choosing Honor for the brave... Courage by design! (Inspired)
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