About 15 years ago, I was betrayed by a friend. I was very disappointed and had to learn to cut the loss and moved on. A couple of years later, I started having this recurrent dream where I was always in war with an army led by this person. It was like a medieval time when warriors wore armours. I was chased by this person and constantly in hiding and running, for days. This upset me a lot. First I thought I already let go the past and didn’t realize somewhere deep down it still bothered me. Second I began to understand that what bothered me may not only be loss of money and a friend, but more importantly I was still upset for my own inability of making proper judgement on people and my impulsive tendency.
That day, I decided to beat the game. Though mentally I was ready, physically I would have to prepare myself, since I had never punched a person in my entire life. So I practiced boxing for hours that day. I made a few strikes and ran up the stairs and made another set of strikes. Each time I imagined my fist hit person’s face.
By the night fall, I was totally ready and eagerly got to bed to face the person. I didn’t know that my determination in fighting the war, both in spirit and in body, had already won me the fight, since that dream neither occur that night nor any nights that followed.
(This little story of mine is 100% true)