Words feel cold at first, but then they make you feel hot.
They fly through the air and penetrate your skin, hurting you inside until you finally fall to your knees in pain.. Sometimes they can be as fatal as the worst forms of disease and death.
My metaphor here is clear, words can be bullets. They can hurt and kill at the pull of a trigger. And oh how much easier it is to simply fire off than it is to actually sit down and compromise.
Sometimes i think that one of the world's biggest arguments was no more complicated than everyday conflicts between people.
World War II was an argument between countries, and most those countries were drawn into the war because of countries already involved either struck them or they were asked to back another country up as an ally. And the entire thing started because one country was mad and vengeful at another and decided to strike them out of spite.
This is not all that different from a group of people in a disagreement. One may strike the other out of vengeful hatred, then friends back up either side, and sometimes other people get involved because they are forced in by the people involved and are unwillingly joining a side rather than staying outside of the conflict.
And what both have in common, are bullets. Words. Such things fly through the air, from brothers and sisters in arms of anger towards opposite sides in attempt to either avenge previous acts, or to see their own definition of a righteous outcome become the result of said arguments.
No one deserves this.
No one is safe from it.
I will once again leave you all with a quote of one of my friends.
"Every insult kills, and anger is almost always the smoking gun."