Retreat, Retreat… that was all I heard my commander saying as our men were running backward because the battle had become so tough and our enemies had outnumbered us in both weapons and men. I was on the ground trying to find myself with the many voices in my head, all I had ever wanted was to be a soldier, fight for a good course, win for my nation, or die trying. But here I was feeling weak. I had been hammered down to the ground before I heard the retreat call. I didn't see what hit, but whatever it was that did hit me was supposed to have killed me. But instead, the only thing I heard was the buzzing sound that came along with it, which my ears adjusted to after some time.
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I was tired of feeling like a failure, seeing valiant men fall back because they were afraid to die gave me a second thought about my vow to fight and win or die trying. It was at that moment I lifted my head, cleared the dust off my eyes, and then began to feel the winds beneath my fit as though it wanted to carry me. I looked straight up and saw our enemies drawing near with their machine guns, my comrades falling to the bullets hitting their backs. I wasn't scared anymore, I wasn't scared about dying. I said in my heart we will all die someday, and if that day is today, then I wouldn't want to die with the bullets at my back.
I charged forward, feeling a mighty force moving with me, the force was like thousands of warriors moving with me. Again I felt something hit me like before, but this time it did not knock me to the ground. Instead, the force from my charge was more than the force from whatever hit me. It was at that moment I realized it was a bullet from the machine guns fired towards us. But now I was charging harder, and more of those bullets hit me only for me to feel them as pinches of a child because I had become a force to be reckoned with. The more they shot at me, the more I charged towards them like a mad Bear. A while later I started hearing the noise of my countrymen behind me. My bravery had made them brave, they saw that it wasn't the bullets that killed them, it was the fear of death and seeing me charge as one man, they saw above all, that we could be fearlessly invisible.
I so much love this song by Sia. Not just the lyrics but the whole emotions that come with it. I listen to it anytime I'm hitting a break wall and find myself giving up. I might not be bulletproof in the real sense, but I'm not going to fall easily to whatever challenge life throws at me. I'm reminded also, that just like the fiction story I told, our greatest defeat is fear and once we overcome it, we are seen as invisible. Titanium has been my song for the year alongside Unstoppable, but I'm writing on one, so I decided to go for my most favorite.
