Relationships are all about a power struggle. Each determines who has the upper-hand via means and ways which would and most probably could hurt the other party mentally, emotionally and even physically. It is and will continue to be a prevalent phenomenon in society. It is never ending even after death as people become heroes, heroes becomes legend and legends becomes myth (myth becomes fables).

This phenomenon has resulted in the death of millions over the course of history. It is a battle, in the most literal sense, between two people fought by millions who identified themselves with the ideals of those two.

The question, why do we fight, prevails in my mind ever since I grasped the concept of that word: Fight. All in all, I've been involved in different sports that have defined that word accordingly. It has indeed become my world. So why do we fight? Right now, the term power struggle comes to my mind. Professors have taught me that people continually exist in conflict because of resources. God has indeed given us limited resources. However, in my ideals, he limited them not because he wants us to fight over it but because he wants us to share with each other. However, we fight over in and sometimes, we, human beings, use his name in vain just so that we could have a bigger bone than the other.

Survival. That is what most would say they why would fight. But why do we want to survive? I've read the definition of the word courage and till this day it puzzles me. Courage: being brave enough to die so that you can live. Well, that is one of the definitions that I've got from an anonymous soldier (of whom I presume is already dead). So do we all have courage? Many definitions of this word has penetrated my brain. All of which, I am proud to say that I agree with. Other's have defined it as suppressing one's fear just for moments more.

But where does this fear come from? I'd say that it is their fear of death. After all, it is the unknown and many fear the unknown. I would say otherwise; the unknown isn't to be fear simply because it is the unknown. Nobody knows the unknown and why should we be scared of something we don't know? Is it through the religious books that we've been exposed to since our conception(in my definition, conception comes about after we have come to realize our existence)? Perhaps it is our continual fearing of God that we have to struggle so hard to remain alive. As one genius once said, I will live forever or die trying! He contradicts himself, but that is the truth. And there is nothing stranger than the truth. Reality is indeed stranger than fiction.

So coming back to relationships being a power struggle. Is it our fear of losing? We all occupy that category. Even the homeless do. Even beggars do. Because if they don't why would they be begging in the first place? They need to eat so that they can fill up their stomach and stave off hunger. Hunger kills- literally! Even monks fear. They don't show it, but that doesn't mean that they don't have it. In this sense, they have what I would call courage.

Hence, in our fear of losing that power struggle, we would go out and do whatever we could to prevent ourselves from losing. Death is inevitable. Hence, this put us in a losing situation. Do we really have powers over our lives? I doubt so. I believe that whatever we do, is never because we are doing it for the greater good. Our choices, as I believe, has always been that of choosing between the lesser of two evils. As an optimist(as much as I want to be but can't seem to be), I would want to choose the one that I have never tried before. Life is short, I agree. So....why cant we just be contented with what we have instead of continually pursuing something so elusive and in the process push others down one rung lower. I have yet to come to the conclusion to the question: Why we fight? However, that is because my pursue is not over yet. Perhaps, that question will only come to me on my death bed because death is simply life's way of saying that you have had a good life, its time for someone else to enjoy it. Perhaps, it's God's way of teaching us how to share.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. Unknown