What in this life is worth fighting for?
Why do you wake up each day to face it all again?
Why do you push on despite your circumstances?
Why do you wear your armor even in your sleep?
Do you fight for yourself or someone else?
This piece poses a question that I hope you will answer for yourself. It depicts a Centurion at war who must lead his troops despite his circumstances. He must brace for the battle ahead and win the battle within before he can win the battle without. He carries a reminder with him: "NE UNQUAM CONCESSIRITIS," because he knows this won't be the last.
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