If you are done with the theatrics, realize that the real fight is within you. Every inch of your skin knows who you are, and you see it often too, when you look into the mirror alone in your bedroom. Your honesty and courage drip out in the form of sweat, showing yourself the true color of your soul, which is colorless, it can either be God or Evil. But standing right there, you know it, it is eviler than it ever was, and it isn’t anywhere close to god. That’s when you caress your face with your hands, trying to rub that color, but it won’t go. You try everything, but nothing works. You get frustrated and you stop trying, and the color gets more intense, you feel completely normal, and it looks like you accept this intensity. The more comfortable you get, the more intense the color. It is not you versus others. The fight is within. It is a trap. In order to get out, you need to get in. There is no looking back. If you observe carefully, the deeper you get to, the emptier you become, as if the weight of your soul is reducing, leaving you perplexed and clueless in this strange and unpredictable reality that doesn’t exist.