Obsession

Main Points:
Genfic, Universe Optional (though contains references)
Summary: How to lose yourself (or not)
Word Count: 230
Notes: vague, and kind of on the odd side, but I like it.
Rating: G?  Or T.

            They say fear is the path to the dark side, but it’s not, really, is it?  No, it’s something simpler.  Obsession.

            If you fear something, enough to act, enough to go aeons out of your way just to destroy the object of your fear, then it’s obsession, not just fear, driving you to desperation.

            If you stare at the enemy long enough, gazing into the creeping darkness, trying to understand, to predict, to fight back, too long, too hard, it begins to control you, to consume you.  The shadowy heart is insidious.  It will creep inside—into your mind, into every pore—if you let it.  Yet constant vigilance, the sound of obsession, isn’t the solution.  If you’re always on the front lines, you’ll burn out.

            It’s important to remind yourself, really remind yourself, why you’re fighting.  If that involves strawberry sundaes or Dungeons & Dragons at the end of the world or taking a second to admire the scenery or even just joking around, so be it.  Because you’re fighting for life.  Life in all of its isolated, glorious, simple, priceless moments.  You can’t stop to evaluate them, for you can’t calculate their value, and obsessing about that won’t do you any good, either.

            The relaxation will do you good, and the line against the darkness will hold.  All you need to stand is that bright spark of hope.