For some reason I never quite understood why brother's relationships always seemed so complex. However recently I have had an epiphany about what it means to be a brother. You need to be the hardest soft guy in the world. 

It is nearly impossible to maintain a sensible “brotherly loving” relationship while still being the competitive dirt bag you really are inside. Using myself as an example, the other day my brother and I were playing basketball at the gym with some other kids. I was guarding my brother and he drove down the lane and put up a strong lay-up. So what do I do? I shoved the ball right back down his throat. I am two years older than him and around four inches taller. I felt awful for doing it but the bottom line is that I was torn between two completely different roads. One road led to a sensitive more loving decision while the other lead to my choice which was the more competitive decision. Being who I am I have contemplated this seemingly sub-conscience split-second decision for quite some time and this is the realization that I have reached:

I am the older and stronger sibling, my nature is to try to remain the authoritative child in the house. To do this, I have an urge inside me making every decision that reinforces the fact that I’m older and stronger than my little brother. What motivates this strong urge you might ask? Well, there is only one reason. The truth is, my strong attitude and lifestyle is simply a mask covering the reason for my fake facade, fear. I am the older dominant brother and my greatest fear is losing that role which I have come to know and love over the many years of my childhood.