Chronicles of a Relentless War on Peace

I lie face down in the mud of this macabre battlefield where family and friends turn to fight each other, where love turns to hate, where people lose their minds, where people have an instant dislike of strangers for superficial reasoning — the way they look, sound, or perhaps due to having heard some half-truths or lies about them in the gossiping exchange of idle minds trying to place themselves higher in the social hierarchy by putting others down. I lay here choking on the mud, pus, blood, piss, and shit of this relentless war on peace. I try to blow it out of my nose. I try to vomit it up. I am driven to try and keep fighting in a war I never signed up for. My own biology drives me onwards. “Get up, you bastard! Get up, you useless bastard!” it shouts at me as I languish in the cesspit of this brutal war. <a href="https://medium.com/@findinggnosis/chronicles-of-a-relentless-war-on-peace-17328b997844">Website</a>