Make no mistake about it: you are in a war. The war is our training. The war is our art. The war is our dreams. The war is our state of mind. The war is our spiritual practices. The war is our relationships. And you shouldn't wish for anything less than war. War is right. War is noble. War is what we're here for. And we should feel nothing less than humility and joy to be fighting and suffering. What higher joy is there? What else is worth our time? If you find yourself against incalculable odds, completely outnumbered, your back against the wall, thank your lucky stars. It's in this place warriors are born. Superheroes are made. This is where we discover who we truly are.
No warrior ever found himself in times of peace. No one ever evolved in paradise. Like the Adam and Eve story in Genesis, they evolved by leaving Eden. Not by remaining in it. Peace dulls our wits as well as our swords. Our paradise must be war. It's only on the battlefield in that crucible of fire and suffering that we recognize our best selves, that we discover who we really are. Again we must remember the Spartans: “The Spartans say that any army may win while it still has its legs under it; the real test comes when all strength is fled and the men must produce victory on will alone.” This is the kind of war we want and the kind of war we need. We have to be taken the very brink of death, not always a physical one, but the more meaningful one, to the death of our old selves. And learning to love suffering is how we get there.