Is there a moment of triumph? Is there an actual time of the day, a specific point in history where you taste Victory? Where you feel that after all you have won the war, in the process, you may have lost numerous battles, yet the war is yours, the final victory!
I feel I have won. Whatever demons I was fighting I have taken them down, the sacrifices I have made, the tortures I have suffered, the fears that I have looked deep into all have been vanquished and I am reborn. The place of triumph isn't plain glory, its full of regrets, full of pain, and always stands on heaps of ruin. I have killed many monsters, speared ghouls and fiends, racked my mind, taken the long road home, and finally come to rest my weary body.
I have crossed many mountains, and traversed dark valleys, I have been down in the crevices, deep into the ocean, and despite all I have come up again, I have lived to tell.
My life is now my own and that is all that matters!
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