the call of life

We were born into the world undeserving. We were granted a life we did not earn. The land we were born into, we did not choose. Instead, the land chose us, and gave us its fruit of which we live off. After maturity sets in and our growth taken place, the time comes for our story to be written. The path we choose must be right in theory and right in the morals we chose to live by. We should choose to show our gratitude to this land that brought us up and repay it for the good that we were given. We are bound by an unwritten law of nature to owe our loyalty to the land that bore us. Our honour would be at stake if we chose to violate the pact our ancestors made with the ground on which their blood was spilled. Our commitment should not be an empty one. Only when one is willing to fight to whatever cost would this allegiance be made whole. It is not a right. It is a duty. A duty by which failure to fulfill would mean an inglorious and dishonourable death. Through the ages to come, all of the past will be remembered. The honourable dead will be honoured and the dishonourable will be mocked at even in their death. All people of whatever stand, great or small, rich or poor, ruler or subject, owe the same love for the Fatherland. All were born to the same land. All live through the same hardships. All will die for the same cause.