Given the choice I will always choose peace over war. That’s that. When it comes down to it, that’s what I want, ultimately.
So when war is declared … what is there to do?
After some thought …
From the very beginning, until the very end, no matter what.
I kept my peace, in the face of war.
I held my tongue, I steadied my hand, I withheld my sword … I kept the peace.
It’s not that I am weak, it’s not that I cannot, or am unwilling to fight … it’s that I choose peace.
Sure, it’s cost me. It’s cost me things I value far less than peace. It’s cost me a lot, more than I would have liked.
But you know what … I have my peace.
You cannot put a price on that peace.
I’ve done what’s right, and it’s cost me, big time, and it’s hurt, more than anyone knows.
I won’t falter, I won’t deviate, I will stay the course … I am not done, not by a long chalk.
If peace is what I truly want, then I must avoid war at all costs.
I am a warrior … for peace, because I withhold my sword.
Therein … is victory.
… and the spoils is that peace.
Bless Bless og Sjáumst!