Which is the greater motivator for man: grief or love? Or is it rage? And are they all that different in their raw state? Motivation for survival is paramount, but what of survival for the soul? The heart? What about preserving the sanctity of one’s memories? A life of joy can be stifled to damnation by a tragedy. Tragedy so easily wins over elation. Anguish over ecstasy. Agony over delight. When life moves forward, love is the goal. But when the presence encounters an obstacle so great in its entirety, in its inherent strength, can love overcome? The truth, I am sorry to say, is this: not always. No. Not always.
And what of the love between brothers? Does it typify the closeness of two human males? Or is it condemned to be laced with competition. Who wins when one life ends too soon? Does the competition continue? Can it corrupt completely?
How does fate know the outcome? Can fate know whose spirit will overcome adversity and who will rise above and conquer? Or is there some dark power that plays a part? Where is the resiliency? One cannot count on it. It is as fragile as the human soul in conflict. One wrong move and the future forever changes, marred; the past tainted by grief and laced with rage. How does one sort out the right from the wrong when the past is so cloaked by despair, and memories bring bittersweet pain? I do not know. I just do not know. That is my struggle. I shall search until I find my answer. Then I will be fully empowered, and I will evolve.