He is capable of seeing what is beautiful because he carries beauty within himself, for the world is a mirror and gives back to each man the reflection of his own face. The Warrior knows his faults and limitations, but he does all he can to maintain his good humor in moments of crisis.
The world is, after all, doing its best to help him, even though everything around him seems to be saying the opposite.
There is such a thing as emotional rubbish; it is produced in the factories of the mind. It consists of pain that has long since passed and is no longer useful. It consists of precautions that were important in the past, but that serve no purpose in the present.
The Warrior has memories too, but he learns how to separate the useful from the unnecessary; he disposes of his emotional rubbish.
A companion says: "But that's part of my history. Why should I jettison feelings that marked my very existence?"
The Warrior smiles, but he does not try to feel things that he no longer feels. He is changing and he wants his feelings to keep pace with him.
When the master sees that the Warrior is depressed, he says: "You are not what you seem to be in these moments of sadness. You are better than that.
"Many have left--for reasons we will never understand--but you are still here. Why did God carry off all those amazing people and leave you?
"By now, millions of people will have given up. They don't get angry, they don't weep, they don't do anything; they merely wait for time to pass. They have lost the ability to react.
"You, however, are sad. That proves that your soul is still alive."
Sometimes, in the middle of an apparently endless battle, the Warrior has an idea and he manages to triumph in a matter of seconds.
Then he thinks: "Why did I labor for so long over a battle that could have been resolved with only half the energy I spent on it?"
The truth is that all problems seem very simple once they have been resolved. The great victory, which appears so simple today, was the result of a series of small victories that went unnoticed.
Then the Warrior understands what happened and he sleeps easy. Far from blaming himself for having taken so long to arrive, he is simply glad to know that he did arrive in the end.
There are two types of prayer.
In the first type, the person asks for certain things to happen and attempts to tell God what he should do. This does not allow the Creator either time or space in which to act. God--who knows perfectly well what is best for each of us--will continue to do as he sees fit. And the person praying is left with the impression that his prayer went unanswered.
In the second type, the person may not understand the Almighty's intentions, but he allows his life to develop according to his Creator's plans. He asks to be spared suffering, he asks for joy in the Good Fight, but he never forgets to add: "Thy will be done."
This is how the Warrior of the Light chooses to pray.
The Warrior knows that the most important words in all languages are the small words.
Yes. Love. God.
They are words that are easy enough to say and which fill vast empty spaces.
There is, however, one word--another small word--that many people have great difficulty in saying: no.
Someone who never says "no," thinks of himself as generous, understanding, polite, because "no" is thought of as being nasty, selfish, unspiritual.
The Warrior does not fall into this trap. There are times when, in saying "yes" to others, he is actually saying "no" to himself.
That is why he never says "yes" with his lips if, in his heart, he is saying "no."
First: God is sacrifice. Suffer in this life and you will be happy in the next.
Second: People who have fun are childish. Remain tense at all times.
Third: Other people know what is best for us because they have more experience.
Fourth: Our duty is to make other people happy. We must please them even if that means making major sacrifices.
Fifth: We must not drink from the cup of happiness; we might get to like it and we won't always have it in our hands.