What’s a warrior?
I’m a warrior.
A warrior is not one who fights with swords or rifles; that is a soldier.
A warrior is not one who screams on top of his lungs; that is a politician.
A warrior, in the simplest terms, is someone who stands up for himself. Someone who never apologizes for existing; for being who he truly is; for being free.
A warrior is a bird that, although born and raised in a cage, refuses to believe flying is a disease.
A warrior is a spring that refuses to be squeezed.
A warrior is one who can see where the blurry line is between bravery and belligerence; — between compassion and compromise; — between facts and fiction; — between the ideal and the reality; — between necessary evils and unforgivable sins.
And on top of all that, a warrior is one who stands up for everyone else. For those who have to apologize for their very existence. And those who have to run away from being their true selves.
A warrior stands up for birds that have the shiniest feathers but never dared to flutter their own wings.
A warrior stands up for springs that have been, are being, or will be squeezed.
A warrior is one who walks in the rain, keeps his head up and tries to stay dry, all the while trying to keep his friends dry — and feeling honored to do so.
And by existing and living fully, unreservedly and unapologetically as who he is, the warrior is already fighting an incredible battle.