Affection V.S Atagonism

Logan - Mt. Sterling, Kentucky
Entered on March 20, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: family
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I believe in showing a great amount of verbal and physical affection towards those we love. Just ask yourself, what if you got into a heap of an argument with your sibling and they ended up dying the very next day? Would you want the last spoken words between the two of you be the dialogue of an argument? Of course you wouldn’t! You would rather have the last spoken words be full of words that address love and compassion.

You see, I have a younger brother named Austin. Like every other pair of brothers, he and I argue, except on a larger scale. It seems like a never-ending argument. I think to myself, “Wow! This is my brother. My only brother. We should be best friends with a great amount of love.” That’s what we should be like.

For everybody else it seems easy, but for Austin and I it’s like cats and dogs. It never works. We’ve tried several strategies to ease our bickering, but all have ended with procrastination and antagonism. Our bickering ranges from daily routines such as video games to abilities such as who’s right and who’s wrong. Some are slight, but some get serious.

One day during summer vacation, we decided to play a friendly game of football on the PS2. As the game went through its course all was well until we reached the fourth quarter. The score was 28 to 7 in Austin’s favor and he began a horrible habit of gloating. That set me off like a bullet. A bullet that couldn’t stop. A bullet that was furious at his sibling. A bullet that would destroy anything in its path. My rage was inevitable.

I raised my voice and told him at the top of my lungs to clearly, “Shut his mouth!” After I yelled, he rose up and called me a “complainer” and a “big jerk” for yelling at him just because of a lousy game. He then took my remote and thrashed it towards the ground and finally went to his room. I guess the game was over.

Later on that evening, Austin and I argued on and on even when our parents were home from work. I hated it. As the evening reached its ending, I had yet to realize that after that incident, my brother and I were about to begin a war of argument.

My brother and I need to better our love. Take out all the arguing and replace it with hugs, laughter, and most of all brotherly love. When he and I were younger, we had lots of love for one another. We gave each other hugs as if the world was going to end. Back then Austin and I had had a great sense of love in our relationship, now it is being consumed with arguing.

I believe in showing a great amount of verbal and physical affection towards those we love. I love my brother very much. I want to have the same amount of love we had when we were younger in the relationship we have now. As I come to think of it, I don’t have forever.

In a couple of years, I’ll probably leave for the military and attend college in another state. Even though I’ll still see him as we grow up to successful men, we have a short period of time to better our love. I don’t want that to happen. I love my brother too much to let that happen. He’s my best friend in the whole wide world.

I believe in showing verbal and physical affection towards those we love and its power to keep a relationship strong and intact. If you are suffering with a highly emotional dilemma like I am, I would encourage that the arguing stops and start releasing more love. Remember friends don’t grow on trees, especially siblings. They come to you once in a lifetime.