Life is war.
War is life.
Objectively. Complete. Absolute.
Your very resistance to the idea is exactly the point.
You are at war because you are not 'one with all things.' Because 'this' is not 'that.'
Life is strife. And struggle. It's movement. It's change. Chaos. Discord. Each and every being vying for its space, for its desires, for its needs. For its beliefs *cough* humans *cough* and its opinions *yawn*
Every glistening eye, every starving mouth. They all want. They all crave. They ALL hunger, they ALL thirst...for something.
Sometimes, only truth.
Measuring violence does not change the truth.
Using violence does not change the truth.
Rejecting violence does not change the truth.
Mocking violence does not change the truth.
The truth that is, of galaxies and stars, of wind, water, and earth, of hunter and prey, of liar and seer, the truth that violence, is.
Life is war. Not because I believe it, but because I can choose, because I am Able to believe whatever I want and it still, will not change, a damn thing.
Your inability to accept this, and dance to its tune, does not make it untrue.
It does however make you a weak creature, that will be consumed by the strong.
You cant eat dreams, snowflakes.
Why is life war? Because life feeds.
