What do you think of when you hear this word? Does it sound ugly to you? Does it sound beautiful?

If you say yes to the second one, you probably wouldn’t want to after you hear about what war means. If you say yes to the first on then you probably already know.

The word “War” can make you think about people fighting. It can make some people think about men wearing green camouflaged clothing, holding guns and rifles in their hands while hiding in tall grass. They stay there, waiting, watching, getting ready to pounce on their enemies who are just like them, also waiting, also watching and also getting ready to pounce back.

The men who are made to fight in these wards have families, mothers, fathers, sons, daughters and wives. The worst part of war is that at the end of the day, some men are going to die and there is no way for the family to stop this from happening. Instead they are made to wait for their return, always wondering, always worrying, always waiting and always dreading to hear their doorbell ring to tell them that their loved one will not be returning to them, ever.

Yes, “WAR” is an ugly word but war is also a necessary thing that has to happen. Since the beginning of time, war has probably always happened. Men fighting against other men, for territory, for respect or even for victory. Even animals have war and do battle against each other for these same reasons.

The main question is “WHY?” Why bother fighting, arguing, trying to prove a point to the opposing player? We tend to say “everyone is entitled to their opinions” but in the end someone’s got to be right and this is why we have war.

People are fighting for their own personal victories all the time. They need to have it to show that they areright and someone else is wrong. Winning is like a drug to us, it’s something we need to have.

If we didn’t have our victories what would be the point in living?

Why would we humans even bother trying?

We need then to prove to ourselves that we are worth something in this life. That we have a purpose, that we have a rigth to be here, alive on this earth, today.

Our little victories and wins, they make us feel alive. They are what gets us high, higher than any drug induced hallucination. The feeling of being a winner and of knowing you’re the best, that no one else can best you or fight back against you is exhilirating.

“I’m the best. No one else can defeat me, not know, not ever.”

Tyrants rule based on this theory. They win their battles and hold high opinions of themselves. Even the people who live under the rule of these tyrants, they have their own battles and petty arguments but it’s always going to be there, at the back of their minds.

“My opinion is better than everone else’s and it has to be obeyed.” This is the mantra that spurts our wars and leads innocent ment into battle.

Yes, “WAR” is an ugly word, but only because we made it so.