War, violence, terror, misery – will they ever end? No. No
matter how insufferable they seem, they always lurk at the back door, in the
shadows, waiting to pounce. A dreary picture, is it not?
War – why does it exist? What purpose does it serve? These represent
some of the questions flitting through my mind when I think of this
violence-ridden subject. My answer, simply, is that war should not exist. Of
course, this is not a Utopian society, or else war would not touch our lives.
War is inevitable. It always has been and always will. So why is it that I act
so vehemently towards it?
War consists of several far-from-positive aspects: violence,
misery, sorrow. Two groups fight one another, the result being spilt blood on
both sides, staining the previously pristine ground crimson. Simply put, people
die. And where there is death, there
is misery. Think of the poor families of those soldiers who left the living. What
misery must they be facing? Nothing good, I assure you. War is impractical, it
serves no purpose other than to settle conflicts that could have been easily
settled through negotiation, had the participating sides took time to even
consider sparing the bloodshed. Why fight to the death when diplomacy is an
option? Why not settle for the less crimson-stained choice?
In moral terms, war is not just or right. Killing in
cold-blood, only perceiving the notion that one side must win – how is this
morally right? Is killing another individual right? Is it just? No, it is not.
Everyone deserves the chance to live, to breathe, to not die by the hands of another. Diplomacy is an option, a viable option. Diplomacy could settle
these war-inducing conflict without spilling any precious blood. So, why resort
to war? I see no logical reason, other than the fact that it is human nature.
Spilled blood, broken families—we could all do without this
miserable existence.