In Any Battle There Is No Winner...

Am I the only one who noticed this? People fight to win but in the end nobody really wins. In the process of fighting, we get to lose something so important but we just don't know how important they are in our lives. We're so focused to reach our goal, to get the award and beat our opponent that we blindedly don't realize we already have lost so much.

There really is no winner and what seems to you as a victory is really not. A pat at the back feels good after a job well done but how sweet is your victory if you have stepped on other people and put them to their misery? How good does it feel to be compared and get the recognition while the other gets all the humiliation? Is it all that worth it? Is it really what life is for? To win?

Sometimes being categorized as "good" or the protagonist while your enemy or rival as the "bad" or antagonists doesn't really make you a good person at all. It's just a name, a category or whatever you'd call it to separate you from the other. Does it mean that when you're bad then that is your role and when you're good you stick to that role? Can't both mix? Can't both dwell together? Is life all about seggregation of oneself to others not like you? Can't all just get along and make a name for everyone so everyone could just feel like they belong?

Sometimes an applause doesn't really make you feel good but buries you even deeper to more pain and more suffering. Am I the only one who noticed this? Am I the only one who feels this?