You say "you" a lot however I'm going to assume you are not actually referring to "me" in your comment, just people in general? 

Yep, I think it's strange that many people start fights, complexities, issues and the like and yet do not know how to end them through affirmative action. It's a risky move especially when the others involved know how to finish such things decisively. 

That sounds like a good course of action, have you found it makes a positive difference to your relationships and life in general and if so why. 

There once was an owl who sat on the same tree branch every night and with large intelligent eyes intently watched the world that surrounded it. 

Sometimes it would see other animals, other times just leaves swaying in the wind that would blow through on wintery nights, little bugs flying and crawling. The owl was content and happy, it didn't think about wanting more than it had and felt happy and fulfilled. Each night it thought about what its life might be like if the tree wasn't there and it gave thanks to the sturdy plant that gave it such a good view; and in the morning it flew away to it's home, a hole in a tree trunk a short fly away and slept knowing its tree and branch would be there tomorrow.

One night, soon after flying to its branch, the owl the owl felt strange, heavy as if a great weight bore down on it, and then it was falling, tumbling downward to the ground unable to arrest its fall, wings ineffective. It struck the ground and never thought another thing. It was dead. 

The next day the owls' eyes were eaten away, ants making short work of those soft, liquid orbs, and next they began eating away the owls brain and the soft tissues and muscles inside its body and only a few short days later nothing was left of the owl but feathers that eventually blew away in the wind.

One of those ants was different to the others, slightly lighter in colour and smaller than the rest, and it had a habit of radical thought, strange ideas formulating in its tiny brain. It would wander away from the other ants then turn back and look at them, the rest of the colony working away all controlled by a collective mind and it would think to itself, *why?* 

It was during one those moments when it walked up onto on a leaf that had fallen from the owls' tree and, in some strange twist of fate or destiny, the wind blew at just that moment carrying the leaf on its invisible tendrils upward and into the air where it floated and fluttered towards the river that ran deep and wide just beyond the meadow through the poplar trees and spruce. It flew and tumbled then fell, the wind a spent force, and into the river the leaf fell, the ant with it. 

Downstream it floated, picking up speed as it moved towards the rapids, and the ant wondered what forces carried it along, how it was moving so fast. The ant didn't know, it's limited experience hadn't prepared it for this event but the radical thinking part of its brain told it that the adventure would lead it to become something it never thought it could be so it gripped more tightly with its little feet and thought how fortunate it was that fate had brought such an opportunity...but then a frog spotted it and with a swift motion its tongue flicked out towards the ant in a bid to capture and eat it. The frog missed but disrupted the leaf which turned over in the water dumping the ant into the fast-flowing rapids. 

They say drowning is peaceful but the ant didn't find it that way, it was agony, fear and desperation. 

The ant wasn't missed at the colony, no one thought of it, no one wondered; none of the other ants knew it's tiny dead body was carried downriver, over the water fall and into a clear, still pool at the bottom. 

There, a young lady bathed. A tiny bikini barely covered her body which glistened with water droplets that ran off her curves. She exited the water gracefully and walked along the small sandy beach to her towel, bent to pick it up and her long golden hair fell forward as she did. She straightened, brushed her hair away from her face tilting her head to the right as she did and pressing the towel to her face to dry it. As she did, she noticed a tiny black speck on her shoulder and moved to flick it off, the dead ant. 

I've not always followed good advice, I think many could say the same. Sometimes we have to learn by trial, error and experience I guess. 

Yep, I probably failed more than I prevailed in my earlier days.    Pretty laid back now, though it still could happen lol

Pretty well thought out and written, I certainly don't disagree. Thanks for adding your viewpoint to the conversation.