Wounded soldier...

‘The wise sometimes stop and think, the wiser rethink’
-The Puppet Master





…a sanguine trail follows the sole survivor of that barren wasteland which, moments before, was a hellish battleground. His sword rests under the weakened grasp of the wounded man’s failing grip. Around him the valley breathes death. Despite his dwindling strength he takes another step forward, each one harder than the last. He falls to the ground, the dying breath leaving his dry lips.



After every great battle there comes a time of respite.
One feels weary, tiredness takes a hold of a person after a long struggle. There is always a lot of pain and even more discomfort. Love can suffer deep, grievous wounds that sometimes help it become stronger. Just sometimes…

What matters is not the time we take to rest, to think of all possibilities and ways to solve our issues, ways to heal ourselves. The wise men think before moving forward, the wiser think again.

Don’t think of ways to heal a wound, for sometimes healing is not the solution. An infected wound must be cut open, the damage removed and cast away to be forgotten, lest it infects the rest and end the life altogether.

After the sometimes different healing process the story of one’s life can sound different, taking an unexpected turn…


…a sanguine trail follows the sole survivor of that barren wasteland which, moments before, was a hellish battleground. His sword rests under the weakened grasp of the wounded man’s failing grip. Around him the valley breathes death. Despite his dwindling strength he takes another step forward, each one harder than the last. He sinks his blade on the ground from which water slowly sprouts. The time for healing has come forth.





Lesson learned: The strongest soldiers regain their strength after the chaos is gone. The wisest regain their will.