Passion is Fighting; Fighting is Peace

Throughout my brief time in the world, I've notciced the effects of sporadic human behavior that ultimatley shows us that our own wost enemy is ourselves. Imminently, human endeavor will be worn out, and we won't even have ourselves to fight with. But one thing stands between us and ourselves; passion.
Peace is a complelety illogical theory that exists soley in the minds of those blinded by a hope; a hope to change who we really are, but passion ge to where peace can't. And that's something that can't be written down. Something on such an independent level that it wholly decribes our being, something that doesn't change the true colors of people, but rather how we see them. And maybe, someday, we could combine those occasionally dark colors with the blinding light of hope as humanity's dawn, and band togethe to begin a new day; a day not of peace or riches, but of humnity acting as a passionate whole.
We've all felt strongly towards something, and we've all also felt the want, no, need to support it. We fight, we argue, and overall grow bitter at each other, but this is the closest thing to peace we will ever see.For this is the only timewe reach the summit of our passions at their rawest point; when threatened by another. But when we really care about something, it remains unscathed; a flower pushed aside by the breeze always rebounds and stands tall again to reveal the same beauty.
I've seen, you've seen, the world has seen, all the effects f our love and our hate; a history where caring and genocide stand more similar than different. And as we learn from those who showed us their passion for our forgotten brotherhood between us, we musn't forget that those who seem to break us apart have just as much to tell, because they felt strongly enough about something to go out of their nway to act on it; to push one common characteristic over another.
The sum of this social equation that adds coexistence, subtracts tyranny, and multiplies love is to fight! Fight so division isn't in that equation; fight nto wear out your hate just as humanity has it's innocence. Connect with yourself and find out just how close you hold your passion to your heart. Maybe one day, not our bodies, not our names, but our passions will echo through history, through the stars, and in the mind of all those who accept each other's beliefs with open arms. As a human. As a coexistent. As one.