My younger siblings were angry at each other today... well, just like any other day, i guess. They always cockfight like they wanna kill each other, both crowing and hitting each other like there's no tomorrow.
I want to stop them, of course - Im the eldest and I can easily do that in a plethora of ways. I can either join into their claw-swinging or get a hold of one of them and be a wall within them. That was my gut thought, then another cold splash of thought woke me up, whispered in silence, the inevitability of this happening by projecting a film reel of me being in their place years ago- showing disagreements and misconceptions. So I let them fight it out, with me watching them just to make sure I'm there to aid when their claws make one or both of them wound. I'll let them realize it for themselves so I can be at peace, not anymore participating in the cycle of pain and anger I once seems to enjoy being in as a child.