Today, we remember the people who lived their lives and left their mark in our hearts.

Long ago during the times of a long and violent struggle, there was a soldier among many soldiers, but one whose heart burned like the sun, much brighter than the rest, and dealt him a constant, scorching thirst for justice.

Consumed day-and-night by this inner fire, he pushed his comrades and himself to their limits, their minds and bodies, in many battles until they at last found peace for the people they defended. For months at a time, they held their ground in protracted skirmishes, often with little or no food, sometimes without shelter from the rains and the bullets that came for them.

But one day, they did find their peace. The battles were not without scars of devastation. But the mountains and valleys finally reclaimed their serenity. In the rivers and streams were fish instead of blood and refuse. And the soldiers; they rested.

With the worries of conflict behind them, the restless heart of the soldier then burned for love. At last, he could leave his title to rest. It was not long after he was finally able put down his weapons that he found himself with a family of his own: a loving wife who eased his burning heart, and eventually, three daughters and a son, his greatest prides.

But the times of peace they earned were only as permanent as the seasons of rain. It came to bless, but soon enough, it bade farewell to bless again some other day. Barely two decades of peace went by and the billions of men and women of their world were once again helpless. The scorching heat of the painful inner sunflares of his heart needed to burn again. And it burned for justice again— for the peace that all deserved.

Lives were saved and lives were lost. Many passed away only to leave their children to inherit the conflict they gave their lives to end.

In his last few breaths, he found himself peace in the very flames of his heart that dealt him pain. The sun that burned brighter than the rest burned for something unchanging. Whether he lived in times of war or in times of peace, whether he fought with comrades or fought alone, it burned for one thing... something that few could yet understand.
To the guilt of his closest friends, He gave his life and his death to pass on the painful fire that consumed him since his youth, for them to bear and struggle to understand for themselves, and with it merit a more permanent peace for all.

Today, we remember the people who lived their lives and left their mark in our hearts.
A reverent and peaceful All Souls' Day to all.