fighting season

fighting season

this is a term i am hearing around more and more on the radio and in news and the first time i heard it i was like, wtf do they mean "fighting season"?..

apparently the season of spring is also the season of fighting in afghanistan. as the winter snow melts and our accepted idea of comfort within weather is stroked by warm sun and cool wind-- the appetite for fighting grows. in afghanistan 'fighting season' is as common as the summer season here in the united states. where all know its summer and our activities change to more summer-y things. the afghan people know its fighting season and their activities change to more fighting season-y things.

being surrounded by war constant does something to people. it allows for war to be within and as who people are. people will display quick anger and fighting and fear when exposed to this type of environment as "what is". its the same thing that happens when one is surrounded by anything constantly. it makes that thing "normal". it gets people "use to" it. fighting animals was banned and seen as un-islamic by the taliban when they were in rule from 1996-2001. but as mindsets and movement gradually changed to that of constant poverty, starvation, stress, fighting, war and accepted superiority/inferiority, so did movement. so the afghan people began to accept these things as "what is". and then adults who were children when this "what is" was made "what is" know nothing but war. and their "who i am" grows from that starting point..

animal fighting is alive and well currently in afghanistan. such excitement is generated from these animal fights. and the animals who win are seen as heroes as the dead "loser" animals is seen as lame and inferior. so then ones movement changes to incorporate that which one is being presented with constantly. < that which was made "what is". and then there is still the separation we do to ourselves because there are many who oppose animal fighting, but those will get together to fight -not fly- their kites as a family. there is no fun in the flying, they say. the fun is experienced in the fighting...

what we surround ourselves with we allow to shape who we are. what are we surrounding ourselves with?