It was not possible to be happy for him, thought Nat as he picked up his mug of coffee and carried it out to the terrace of his penthouse apartment enjoying the warmth of the air after the cold that he had enjoyed. Cadence was going to come soon so that they could sit together and enjoy their leave inside his apartment. Weird way to spend a holiday he knew, but they did not have the mind for doing anything else as well.
Nathaniel surveyed the panoramic view of the city skyline, telling that a man would be a fool not to be happy when he had achieved that everything he had hoped for and also he had vowed to achieve. He never wanted to be a soldier but then he knew he had to keep the death bed promise he had made too his mother. And he had found that he was good at it. Now that he was back again home, he was thinking if this was a good choice or not.
Definitely there was something glorious about the fact that he saved and protected his nation and had the chance to live the life of adventure and adrenaline which most people could only dream of. But Chris’s death was making him second guess every single situation that he had and every single decision he had made in his life. His father had never been very happy with his choices as well but then the only time and the one day that Nathaniel had seen the pride in the eyes of his father it was the day that he was made Lieutenant and became the part of the SEALs officially.
Now at thirty-one, he was no fool. He was emotional might be but not a moron. He had been in fact a very successful businessman, the reason that he had a penthouse apartment while most of his friends and his teammates were still living in the barracks with no idea where too live except moving back to parent’s houses. After finishing his graduation when Nathaniel had decided on becoming an entrepreneur back in London his father had written him a letter that he was going to be cut off from the family if he did that. But Nat was adamant and then again he was young and he did that anyway. He was good at what he did. He really missed his friends back in London. He had left that life long back and now he could not even go in it if he wanted. But he thought that it was a good thing that he still had his independence and did not need to see his father.
Probably he would be the only man who would fully well understand the loss that he had suffered at the moment because his father was also a man who had suffered this loss almost all his life. He knew what it was to lose a man from his team and what was it going to entail. But I did not have the energy to look at him and face him with all my strength now. This was the time that Nat had been given to unwind and he was going to unwind for good.
Nat smiled for the first time that morning as he thought about the antics that he and Cadence and Chris had been engaged in in their training days. Their thoughts always brought a smile to his face. His mother’s did too but now he was more of the opinion that she lived her life by the rules set by his father and the only thing which was true was her love for him. And Nat knew that even the promise that he had made his mother to defend his country was also one that his father had asked her to take from their son. His father had a way of twisting things in time and places when it was not supposed to happen that way.
When one has been in the cold for so long, without the smallest ray of hope, and all that you love hangs in the balance, a leap into the unknown becomes prudence. That you cannot see the ground you must run on matters not, and in time you learn that this faith that pulls your heart onward is leading you somewhere better. As the hero in any adventure story, there are hardships, heartache and loss along the way - more mental pain than you thought a soul could bare. You will face your fears, learn how to take tests and then receive the lessons of them. For in this fight of self vs self, always ensuring that the brave and empathic version takes the victory, the best version of yourself is born, the hero that was there all along.
The love of a hero is as a rock, not as a mist. A hero realises that love brings a duty of protection and so, love is for the brave only. There are so many ways to love, to show that you would sacrifice for the other. This is the love that feeds and brings health, so be it every day that you breathe. So, if you seek love in this existence and adventures in the ethereal beyond, be a hero to those you love... and love in ever wider spheres... your family, your community... until that love encircles the globe and you love all.
That was what his father had said when he had told that this was not what he had envisioned in his life. The look that was etched on the older man’s face was one of disappointment.
And might because he was thinking about his father so much somehow he had been able to come to feel that and the phone which was kept on the kitchen counter started ringing. And it was his father. Nathaniel sighed, why did he have to think so much about his old man that he finally had to show up on his phone screen?