Compromise VS Confrontation

Can there ever be a happy balance between those two?

I’m always torn between the two ideals, but I am never entirely either. Maybe that makes me someone whose life is a balance between those two. But I see it’s not a happy balance.

You can become prudent at the cost of being accused as being spineless. But you can also choose to be a person with a stand as the cost of appearing stubborn. Situations require us to exercise the appropriate approach. But will you know when it counts?

When your conduct could please or anger, when your mistakes could save or kill, would you know what the right thing to do is? 

It’s a disgusting cycle. The unhappy tug of wars between the unstoppable force and the immovable object. The ideals of democracy and communism, the struggle between teenage youngsters and their parents, the conflict between the invaders and the invaded. 

Everyone is equally justified and equally condemned. What I see as a valid reason may be a ridiculous excuse to another. When your accusation against me cancels out my explanation, and your excuse cancels out my judgement against you, why can’t we agree that we’re even ground?

Why is it never ending like the Chicken VS Eggs debate? Why can’t you all just die in peace?