Charge of the Light Brigade

Some events transpired today which immediately brought this poem to my mind and also Michael Oher's essay on the same from the movie "The Blind Side".
Poem - http://www.nationalcenter.org/ChargeoftheLightBrigade.html
Here's the essay  - 
“Courage is a hard thing to figure. You can have courage based on a dumb idea or a mistake, but you’re not supposed to question adults, or your coach, or your teacher because they make the rules. Maybe they know best but maybe they don’t. It all depends on who you are, where you come from. Didn’t at least one of the six hundred guys think about giving up and joining with the other side? I mean, Valley of Death, that’s pretty salty stuff. That’s why courage is tricky. Should you always do what others tell you to do? Sometimes you might not even know why you’re doing something. I mean, any fool can have courage. But honor, that’s the real reason you either do something or you don’t. It’s who you want to be. If you die trying for something important then you have both honor and courage and that’s pretty good. I think that’s what the writer was saying; that you should try for courage and hope for honor. And maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some, too.”
One of my very close friends, taught me the actual meaning of these words to me today. Until now I was living in an illusion I had created for myself, but hearing him brought me back to reality. 
I know it is going to be a tough road ahead for you, but I will always be by your side. Thank you for showing me the true meaning of both Courage and Honour. You are both personified and it has been a privilege to be your friend.


P.S. - Thanks Hostel. You were right. I'll always remember today's lunch  but for very different reasons. 

Random

Read this somewhere - 
"At some point of time you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life"...
I think I get it...somehow I do..

What If

This has been my biggest weakness and the biggest dilemma of my life. What if things don't shape up the way you want them to be? What if all your hopes and dreams come crashing down? What if all that comes in your grasp is thin air?

I wonder why I can't  just let things be, let the chips fall into place. Why do I have to go around in circles? Why can't I just take the plunge? Who the hell cares anyway. But.....What If....

And this is how it all begun,
No battles fought, no battles won,
No blood offered at verge of blade,
For all it was, was his own crusade,
To find the one who owned his life,
To find the one who lost her life.


The wheel of time as it turns,
With each new age, new legends it churns.
Of heroes brave and gallant and strong,
Of star-crossed lovers and love forlorn.
But seldom has the wheel spun a tale so blazing,
that put to shame the mighty sun.


PS: Its just somthing i conjured up. Don't know where it goes, no idea...I hadn't posted for quite long now
and didn't want this to become a habit...

Explanations..

This is an anonymous comment I recieved on one of my posts - Killing Osama . 

      To reciprocate/spread the pain among other humans caused to oneself is the most natural thing to do for someone who's brain primarily works on animal instincts. it takes a certain level of maturity and understanding of human nature to absorb the pain and anger and still be willing to forgive. it is only because of this nature that human species has survived this long. you write big things but fail to understand the core Highly disappointed and shattered.

I appreciate the sentiments and admire the thoughtfulness. However here's my pov -
@Anon : Thanks for the analysis. I must admit that the post displays more savagery and raw emotions towards the end and certainly unmindful and wrong thoughts, but just one question - what kind of forgiveness do you expect and to what end ? I would love to be naive enough to believe that forgiveness might actually bring about a change of heart, but sadly I am not. So yes I advocate not killing Osama, but I think some deeds can neither be forgiven nor forgotten.