Wednesday, June 10, 2009
its always like that.
admit it, we will face quarrels and fights at home and outside some times, just one of the things life throws to your face and ask you to settle it.
and, whoever throw the first fist is definitely in the wrong.
seeing so many violence portrayed in the media, even your own parents, surely there's an inclination towards a brawl when situations just gets out of hand. nobody in the sane would ever want such occurrences and the ever need to use the arms and legs of yours, abusively. but when in a tiff, your mind is just concentrating on 'winning' the situation, and when a war of words just don't work out, violence is the substitute, and in most cases the one who's dominate wins. at least that's how one feels. but you know, its a loss. guilt overwhelms you, and you know it.
we always like to point fingers at each other, never admitting that its actually our own fault at the damn first place. its about who's in the wrong, but no humans wants to admit. thick skinned, full of ego, or just a screwed up thinking that they're never wrong. and even then, its probably too late, and it wouldn't matter much already. its hard to maintain peace in a household or in school, no matter how much we try to uphold.
fighting is a skill. definitely one that is much more practical. just people knowing that you're capable of such, instils fear into them. escaping is just something you'll use once but it can't be settled once and for all. self-defense can. its only when such incidences took place right in front of your eyes, you realise the importance of such skill. just like most things in life.
i don't like fights and quarrels, and i bet no one does. there's no point, like most things are. what's the point to show that you're the better one? no one cares about it, and they hate such people too. just common sense would tell you that gaining 'power' through respect rather then brute force is the right way to go. and its making things harder for each other, and just making a mountain out of a molehill. especially when the other is just asking for it. its tempting, and out of pique, you'll just want to fight and win, or whatever.
flashbacks of your happy, innocent, troubles-free memories. it just happens.
and you know you just don't want such stuffs to ever happen again, thinking about how stupid the thing is and why must it even happen.
if only everyone just can stop wars.
knowing that settling it properly is even harder.