WAR. What is it?
Wikipedia defines it as an “organized, armed, and often prolonged conflict that is carried on between states, nations, or other parties typified by extreme aggression, social disruption, and usually high mortality.”
The sad realization that I came to the other day, while rolling down the window in my car, was that that definition sounded a lot like high school. And an even better metaphor… it sounded a lot like life in general.
War resides in most of us; apart from the armed forces and Soldiers of our country, we just don’t realize it.
War is survival… essentially. It’s emotion, hunger, battle, conflict, love.
War is not only bloodshed between nations, but a never-ending crusade within ourselves.
It is the thought of him walking away. The way she bites her lip. That curve in the small of her back, or the movement of her hips. War is knowing you can’t have her. War is striving for happiness and pure joy. War is guilt or shame. It’s physical, mental. Possession. Triumph. Victory. Patriotism. It’s heartbreak and abundance, all at the same time.
We are born. Our pure bodies thrust into arms that could hurt us and into a world mostly against us. War is simply how we withstand this—stand up for ourselves; our country; our rights—crumbling under the pressure, or igniting into a beautiful, bursting flame, catching fire to everything it comes in contact with. The beauty is that we are our own personal, unique weapon to serve, to smile, to grow with.