Life

When one treads on the edge of humanity, the sheer force of malice seems to explode in your face. You can sense the impending doom of millions of souls, ravaging eachother, biting, eating, chewing eachother's will away; until only the strongest are left.
Why? Because humans has the ability to follow a dream. The nuances of hopes, goals, dreams and other insignificant ideas seem to drive humankind to a point of hoping for a future that does not contain oil spills or falling buildings. They hope for a world where peace reings supreme, and people live in harmony with eachother and the rest of the small blue sphere. Yet, this is all but feasible, and simply becomes a nightmare of disaster, as the human conflict will keep on being a favuorite passtime of everything that is media. Driven by that which is not peaceful, a world cannot exist. If there is nothing to fight for, there would be nothing to live for.

And wouldn't that be the meaning of life?

Fighting? War? Crime? People's unique personalties comes together in a pool of leaves, and every person is forced to fight for their own little spot on the pond. And just when they thought they had finally established their place in the world, a rock is dropped into the water, and everyone's lives is mixed up once more.

Thus, the question becomes not why we dream of peace, when we require war, but rather why war is the only alternative to peace. We can only hope to realize one day why we all fight for ourselves, and not for those we love. We can only dream of having dreams that becomes reality. But, in the ending credits, our names will appear as those who dreamed. Those who dreamed of fighting.

Fighting for what we have.

For that is life. To fight for those you love, and that which you own.

Because the world is greedy.