A Small Voice

I was laying in my room last night when I heard a small voice at the door. I said "hello" and the voice returned. The voice was lonely and tired and sad. It moved me out of my bed and to its location. I opened the door and the small voice thanked me. I offered my company and he leaped at the chance. He joined me, and I was calm. I smiled genuinely and fell asleep with that same smile and awoke with that same smile and that same small voice let me know he was there with me. 

I have a renewed love for my best animal friends, my "pets". In particular, Megatron (my roommate's cat) amuses me constantly. He is sassy and does not put up with my shit. He loves to come in my room and knock over any cups of water I may be sipping. He likes to hit my mirror in search of the mysterious grey cat that lives within it. He loves to eat popcorn in bed with me, but will only eat those with a lot of my vegan butter on them. The other pieces he shuns in disgust. He does so many quirky things that really give me a sense of his unique personality. My favorite thing that he does is at around the same time every night he sits at my door and meows in the dark until I open it and let him on my bed. And then, every morning at 7am on the dot he purrs in my face to awaken me. 

Megatron represents animals' ability to coexist with humanity. He shows me that he has a place in this world and reminds me of how lonely I would be without him. A world with no animals, but a world, say, with just meat lying around, would be lonely and ugly. Think upon how many times you've loved your pet or observed another animal in wonder. We all have enjoyed the company of animals. That should be reason enough to respect their lives- lives that deserve to live outside of cruelty. Do what you can to remove CRUELTY from the lives of animals. Buy products not tested on animals, go vegetarian, boycott the circus, don't support pet stores. Do any or all of these things. Your own religious, world, moral, social, etc., views can fit into a humane, cruelty-free world with animals. 

See No Evil

Lethargic Action

I am sorry. I really am. I am sorry to all the animals that I have vowed to work to protect and save. I am sorry that I am a selfish being.

I am very absorbed in life. Throughout the day I do the things I do to do what I need to do for class and life in general. At night, though, I mentally sulk. I think it is a universal human trait to sulk. It isn't "wrong". My vegetarian plate is full and overwhelming thoughts have tired my brain until it can only slowly sulk. Faking happiness is the only way I keep people liking me. At night, though, who am I faking it for? ("it" is non-sexual) 

A sharp pain, though, often jolts me aware and I realize how pathetic I am. It is okay to be pathetic sometimes, but I have a purpose in life. I am completely certain that I am supposed to help animals. When I have that much certainty, what can I sulk about?

How do I know this is my purpose? Because it is the only completely unselfish part of my life. It is the only entity that I worship with no expectations for blessings in return. I do not expect the animals to love me back. I do not expect unending praise. What I expect is arguments and scoffs. It's pretty much social suicide (Mean Girls.. it speaks so true). My love for life translates into my fight for animals, and that is the proudest part in my life. My value is my cause. I am a worthy member of society, and without my quest for animal liberation I am nothing. 

I should be so honored to know my purpose. Many people search their years to find meaning. I have found mine! Frick on a stick with a brick, that is frickin' groovy. My selfishness is strong, but my passion is stronger. Today I leave the pity party and remember what is really important.

I hope you all find what is really, truly, actually, important to you. I love you. I love animals. The post below was written in a brief moment of spiritual clarity. 

What it means to me

I am an animal. My heart and my toes flex to the natural shape. You step for your faith but I step for my instinct. When you cried in your heart I slept in my warmth. There is a sun. I do not forget. Beyond me is more of the same but I will never know. You will learn but I will sleep. I will sleep. I am an animal who wakes in the tone of silent acknowledgment. The tree is there. It is there and I move on. I am here and I will stay. You will reach beyond forever. You will smile. You will cry. You will see but I will sense. Stillness is my realm and yours is forever unsettled at the bottom of an emptying hole. You will see but I will sleep. Happiness is only me. Me blurs into you and the atom next to it. A smile is an insignificant shift from you to the atoms next to you. Movement is for the blind. I have eyes. They are there and I will not ignore them. You will deconstruct the buildings and reconstruct your faith and deconstruct your faith for a hand that sways. I will sleep because my eyes close. They will always. I am an animal. You are animal. Step next to me and you may be alone. When I close my eyes, I sleep. When you close your eyes you see nothing. Scary is not the sun. The sun is warmth and the sun is there. I trust nothing because I have no doubts. It is there so it will be and I will be with it. I am within it. I am the animal that rotates around the center. The center rotates about me. The steps we take are invisible. The world blinks. The animal sleeps. Your mind  will waken you by sounds of insecure falling blessings that have been there before your heart beat. Your heart beat after you opened your eyes . You sensed, and then you saw. You chose to see and when you close your eyes you cannot see. I close my eyes and I sleep. You mean well but you mean nothing. You are beautiful. You are animal. I am yours but you are the sun and the sun is in my eyes.