“What’s worth fighting for?”—fun to wonder about, and certain when you come by enough passion.
If you look at the soldier’s motive so it’s usually family or for others. Maybe a programmed-in sense of pride, domestic or national.
There’s a benignly painted sort of hidden war happening though, and you can hear sobbing in the kitchen. You may chase an enemy down the bunker to stab his heart, but to chase another falling off the radar seems a little much.
And while the vigils light away for the village in mourning, so there’s a hazmat crew to clean out the rotted corpse up the third story. Voice mails: 30 unread, 5 years ago.
The most jarring part of reading obituaries is knowing you’ll forget it in a few days, but those closer recipients have to deal with it for the rest of their lives. You get to retreat back into this convenient concept of stasis, while they have to grapple with a step forward in their own rendered forever missing. No amount of fighting can undo such things, unless by a divine act.
Yet while viewing the production lines of the very, very profitable industries to chop up, distill down or slaughter, to what benevolence shall one expect from a higher place? Comforts come from such blindspots most certainly – that sometimes it’s more about whether something exists rather than an existence bountiful. So one crushes the cockroach.
But suppose you’d save the cockroach instead, a common twist of fighting: always for that Other to Save. Saved they may be, but now displaced under the hero’s shadow to tower and that Other will then shrivel, incapable of accepting the atrocities, demands, or summon up their own magic on how they want to make their world. Because when the hero is doing everything for them, at what time will they take the mantle? To inadvertently subjugate in one’s heroic feats: to delay what Nature demands until rescinded and banished.
One may certainly fight, but it only makes sense to fight for your own goals and endings, unless you want to cause more damage from a false sense of noblesse oblige – the incentive behind such obligations is to, still, preserve the current social structure that nobles do enjoy. One certainly may feel so bashful indulging in such unholy indifference, selfishness, but when you remember all the blindspots it’s just acknowledging reality. It’s probably best to avoid any sort of sense of nobility about anything at all, and to accept that fighting for anything isn’t anything more than self-preservation, however packaged up the masters above may sell it otherwise and recruit you for their own ends. Selling ethics with some t-shirts.
To watch the ending couple bicker before the amusement park entrance, so one may agree that it’s a nice day for yelling.