Sometimes, we need the reminder.
“Beauty surrounds us.”
Sometimes, we need the reminder.
“Beauty surrounds us.”
Okay so rolling with things I find horrendous…
If you don’t have another food source, fine. But I feel the same about eating every species of animal – kill them quickly and painlessly! What is wrong with people??? How can a person call themselves human when they can torture another creature? How can a person be so heartless? What would it take for them to FEEL, to join the human race?
And pardon me, but you don’t have to be an “animal lover” to show respect for other living beings. You don’t have to LOVE dogs to care enough to not kick them. If you don’t like dogs, fine. Don’t like dogs. I don’t like monkeys. I still want them to be happy, healthy, and unharmed by humans’ cruelty and/or indifference.
Anywho, can I just say, this guy is amazing. I don’t know how he does it.
And honestly, how could someone eat a dog? I just couldn’t do it. They’re domesticated animals who exude loyalty and compassion. That’s more than I can say for a lot of people I’ve come across. Besides, a diet heavy on meat isn’t good for you.
Here, have some puppies howling. Because I need a break from that.
I’d love to hear what you think about all of this…
How are ya?
I don’t mean to rain on your happy parade, but one of the things in life I love, is happiness.
For people. And animals.
If you’ve been patient enough to stick around with me and my random babblings, you’ve probably picked up on how deeply I love animals. And how outraged I am that they are so routinely harmed for fun, out of indifference, to preserve traditions, or peer pressure.
The only way to fix our world is to first become aware of some uncomfortable truths.
Scooby-Doo teaches us this truth every episode: humans can be monsters.
We’re not going to touch on the “why” of this or the “how” or any of these other things.
Sometimes I simply want to foster awareness.
Awareness, a cold hard look at reality, is the only way we can jump to…
Acceptance, when we can still love life and accept at the same time, that there are horrendous things that also exist at the same time – is the only thing which can lead to…
Action. Nothing big. If you’re one of the amazing athletes who have recently spent thousands of dollars on helping animals or a You-tuber who spreads awareness in hopes of donations to help the animals in your area – I commend you. You have my awe and hope restored. But most times, us everyday people can do little things to help. That is what changes the world. The combination of all different kinds of people doing what they can, small or outlandishly huge.
Lift where you stand. That’s all any of us can do.
So here is one thing I’d like you to be aware of. Perhaps you can pass it on and help illuminate others.
Also, I promise there will be adorableness at the very end too!
Because happy animals is the whole point of spreading the awareness. 🙂
This guy breaks down what the Running of the Bulls is. Once they get into the pin at the end of the run, he breaks down what ALL bull fights are.
If you don’t want to watch the video – which is graphic and you see animals bleeding and in pain – I’ll break it down pretty simply. In a bull fight, the bulls are stabbed repeatedly so that it will be hard for them to work the muscles in their back, hence making it hard to raise their heads. They are in shock, in extreme pain, their organs are stabbed and slowly shutting down, they’re losing lots of blood, and basically slowly dying while a man waves a red piece of cloth at them and stabs at them, and the crowd cheers.
This is a horrible piece of culture which is beloved to many people.
I don’t personally care what color you are, what your culture is, what personal choices you make. People are all people. We all matter. But so do animals. And anyone using the excuse of tradition, your behavior is disgusting to me.
These animals die alone and afraid, in intense pain and confused. Cheered at, jeered at.
So knock it off!
Do what you can to end this disgusting end to an animal’s life.
And now, moving on to the cuteness…
Here are two rescued bulls showing that they’re lovely little sweeties. Also, I know the last one isn’t a bull but that cow is just adorable. They really are souls. They feel and they love. They’re not here for us to torture. They’re here to live their lives alongside ours.
Now, I’m certain you’re wondering if I’m a vegetarian. I am not. I do eat meat. But I LOATHE the way our animals are kept, tortured, and finally killed. There is a better way to do this. There is a humane way to gain the food we need from living, breathing animals. They deserve a life, one free of misery and pain, before they feed our way of nutrition. And their deaths should be quick and painless.
I agree with this man:
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What do you think? Are you a vegetarian? Are you disgusted by the routine torture of animals, whether in a factor farm or in the suburbs?
There’s this woman.
Years ago, she had a random, odd fall. In her early twenties and now paralyzed, she ended up with back surgery. Then relearning how to walk, how to move her hands. Years away from her family.
Once she was strong enough to go about her day by day on her own, she had to deal with chronic pain.
She bemoaned this, wondering what she’d done wrong. She didn’t give up hope or faith, but she did wonder… What is the purpose of this? What did she have to learn from this? What good came of it?
More than ten years later, popping Advil every day to keep the pain at bay, this woman went suddenly blind.
She then had a stroke.
A rare and newly discovered blood disease had caused her body to create blood clots at random. Thusly causing a stroke.
If it were not for the blood thinning Advil she’d been taking for her chronic back pain, she would’ve died years before, leaving behind a husband, multiple children, and a life she never got to live.
There is a purpose for everything.
Not shrinking from the trials we’re presented with (not running, retreating, recoiling, hiding, without becoming bitter)…. it’s more important than surviving.
That’s what this gal has taught me.
There’s this man, a sweet old man, yet he radiates youth.
Always smiling but nothing overt.
At times this smile has a sadness.
He carries a soft pink and beige, raggedy plushy with him.
Its in his hands every time I see him sitting across the room.
I love this.
There’s something like this inside every soul.
Why do we lose it so willingly?
“What’s your worst fear?” He asked.
I answered immediately.
I realized this later.
Didn’t skip a beat.
Didn’t have to think about it.
It wasn’t forced, it was honest.
I am my own worst enemy.
I knew this already, in the back of my mind. My subconscious always knew.
And, in the front of my mind, where I’m aware, now that I think about it…
I tie myself in knots over emotion.
I don’t know what I feel, I don’t know how to get to what I feel when I do know what I feel, and I don’t know what to do with what I feel.
I read an article yesterday.
It’s a great article. Even if you’re not suicidal, even if you don’t even have depression — its a great eye opener. The stigma of depression, suicide, and anxiety is made up of untruths, half-truths, and ignorance. This gal goes all in, committing to be honest to her readers.
I’d like to do the same.
Lying has never served me.
I’ve always had the urge to be honest. Vulnerable. Ironically, vulnerability isn’t my thing. I war with myself, in case you haven’t noticed.
Depression isn’t my fault. It wasn’t my choice. I didn’t ask for depression, didn’t sign up, didn’t decide, ‘oh yeah, sure, no problem, I’ll work with this’.
Depression isn’t who I am.
It’s only part of who I am. Also — however I deal with depression, with all my struggles, that’s also who I am.
The gal in the above article put into words my exact thoughts.
If there was a lever I could pull, one where no one would get hurt, and I would die in a painless, instant way — some days, I would pull this lever.
Today I’m doing pretty good.
Okay, that’s a lie. But I’m not ready to pull that lever.
And pulling that lever — that’s not me. That’s the parasite living inside me, drugging me with this disgusting, confusing, and numbing paralytic.
Sure, I learn through dark and painful stories, but I’m stubborn and I always try, sometimes even to my determent. I’m optimistic and goofy as well as dark.
I fight depression. Giving into struggles isn’t my thing. Stubborn, and all that.
So I suppose I’m my worst fear because I don’t know how to define myself, how to reach myself, how to be all of myself.
But hey – at least I’m aware.
Awareness, Acceptance, Action
That’s a good start.
What’s your greatest fear? Worst enemy?