Ukrainian Cogito

I fight, I live, I die, therefore I am! My thoughts, my thoughts, You give me strength. The winds of war had scattered my soul, until I read these lines in a sad column, just specks of truth. My misfortune blown away with the cogito, in our Ukraine orphaned children have stories to pass on to the next generation, of a heroic nation under fire and mothers sending their kids to the front with tender words and affection. I fight, therefore I am -- a proud son, daughter, a Ukrainian resistance with candid air of freedom in my clenched fist. My thoughts, my beliefs strong like a rock carry me to being here and now, present in history, absent in defeat.