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admiral_adama) wrote2007-11-30 10:33 pm
admiral_adama) wrote2007-11-30 10:33 pm
(TM) 206. Because it's not enough to just live ...
What do you live for?
Family. Humanity.
With only about 40,000 of us left, the two aren't very far removed from each other.
I live so that my son may one day have the life he chooses instead of the one that was forced on him.
I live for the day that children born to us will know open spaces without stark metal walls and an atmosphere of fear enclosing them.
I live for those evenings when Laura and I can share a drink on my couch and know that we brought them all through safely.
I live to lead. I live to defend. I live to serve.
On the good days, that's enough. When I go to bed knowing that the number on Laura's white board didn't go down that day, when maybe it even increased with a birth or two, that knowledge alone is enough to get me out of bed the next morning.
On the bad days, I reach for whatever I can. A few minutes of peace, a clasped hand, a smile ... a stolen moment. Whatever I can find to carry me that one day further.
Because the alternative ... is unacceptable.
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 190
Family. Humanity.
With only about 40,000 of us left, the two aren't very far removed from each other.
I live so that my son may one day have the life he chooses instead of the one that was forced on him.
I live for the day that children born to us will know open spaces without stark metal walls and an atmosphere of fear enclosing them.
I live for those evenings when Laura and I can share a drink on my couch and know that we brought them all through safely.
I live to lead. I live to defend. I live to serve.
On the good days, that's enough. When I go to bed knowing that the number on Laura's white board didn't go down that day, when maybe it even increased with a birth or two, that knowledge alone is enough to get me out of bed the next morning.
On the bad days, I reach for whatever I can. A few minutes of peace, a clasped hand, a smile ... a stolen moment. Whatever I can find to carry me that one day further.
Because the alternative ... is unacceptable.
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 190
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