'Only the dead have seen the end of war.' Plato
Each and every day, I find myself drowning in man-made horrors. Bodies piling up outside my door. Put there by other so-called humans. Those I save turn up a day or so later, either dead, or damaged beyond any hope of repair.
How do you keep a hold your own humanity, in such an inhumane world? How do you restore humanity to those who've seemingly cast it aside?
So long as both sides continue to see the other as their enemy, so long as differences are settled with violence instead of words, this cycle of destruction will never stop.
War's might end, but the wounds the leave, be they physical, mental, or national, never go away. Hatred is a poison that'll boil and bubble inside you, until finally it erupts.
And the cycle starts over.