#466.
We don't ever stop fighting. As humans, fighting is just something so consistent in our thresh hold that we forget it's there. We do it subconciously. It happens and we don't even realise we're fighting until it's over. And then we start to fight for different reasons.



There's two kinds of fighting, obviously. The bad kind; physical pain inflicting fighting. Fighting for negative effect. Punching someone in the head. Flykicking someone because you hate their face so much (can't say I haven't done this mentally). Fighting over the last yoghurt. Fighting because someone called you a dirty slut whore. (Just felt the need to throw that in.)
But then there's the fighting that's opposite. The fighting most of us may see in a more positive light, the type that reaps benefits, and usually ends without negativity. Fighting for something we love, fighting for love. Fighting for a passion, a hobby or a person we love.

And that's just it. Right there. Fighting for someone we love. It never does get easier. It's not one of those things that if you repeat it enough times, it's easy as pie. The circumstances change, there are new obstacles and new things you need to overcome in order to be with them. And I guarantee you, you won't always win. You will feel at a loss sometimes, but that's just a part of it all. You don't really cherish the good moments until you've experienced the bad side. Stick at it though, if you're fighting hard enough with all the right tactics, you'll strive. You will go against all odds, fuck them up the ass and strive. Because that's how strong you are.

Well at least that's what I tell myself.

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