You and Whose Army?

I had a vision of myself. I was alone. I was driving and it was dark. The road, familiar and desolate. I was sad, i think taking a break from painful tears. Painful but strong, validated tears. Strong in the sense that i was on my way to moving on. Validated because i was justified in my decision. Tears for leaving the one i loved behind. It was a forecast of what i think could come. And motivation at the same time, to fight. Not to give up. Set aside my bouts of pride and follow my heart. I felt it. I felt the way my heart would feel in that moment. It felt good. The situation was sad, yet, hardly tragic. I felt alive with myself. Magic for being brave. As human and noble as it is to test love out, it works very similar, if not exactly the same, to test yourself. The answers to the latter, cannot be blamed or credited to anyone else. Self is the distinguisher. Which makes self the model for future situations, revelations and inspiration. This revelation is not stunning, just simply another obstacle in attaining what i deserve.