There are several things that i am truly passionate about, one is love, one is my desire for knowledge and my instinctual craving to know more about things, curiosity i suppose. I love to write, i am better at writing than i am at speaking, in the sense that my thoughts are never conveyed truthfully enough through my mouth, yet when it comes to putting them down on paper it seems natural to me, as though being myself is a far greater task when the words fall on the ears of others. I love poetry, although its rare i write it anymore i have a great desire to put words together, whether or not they ever reach paper is a different story. I am passionate about my generation, the way society has morphed over the years, the way desires have changed, morals have distorted, I am deeply interested in our society and culture and i find myself writing lots of my own social commentary. I love music, new old whatever, I can find beauty in the most ridiculous songs and i dont think that is a bad thing at all no matter how embarrassed i should be about the songs that make me cry.
I am interested and drawn to the hard workers, people with not much money, people with a story, pain. I find the plight of others eternally facsinating and i could spend hours talking to a homeless man, yet can sometimes not bare to spend five minutes with someone my own age.
I find so many things in life beautiful, devastatingly so. And i have alot of saddness in me that i would never trade for anything, i believe saddness makes you more human and more visible.
I have fire in me that has been used for alot of useless things, fire that blew up into anger and rage and all sorts of situations that made me ashamed to be me. It isnt until the past year or two that I have felt that anger soften and found myself changing, growing and becoming more the person i want to be.
I am remebering passions that i forgot i had, my passion for writing, music, poetry, drawing. And animals.
I have an instinct that draws me to the helpless,t he sick, the injured, the messed up. And i look at the freedom of wild animals as one of the only raw and beautiful things left in the world. We are fucked, i mean when im completely honest our society is fucked. We are cruel to eachother, we are a greedy money hungry system, the good people are few and far between. And the ones that matter, the ones ina position to change anything or make anything better are solely driven by money and the desire for power. I am only 23 and I am already so sorely dissapointed by what i know of the world. The things humanity is capable of terrifies me beyond belief.
What i know so far of life is that in todays society we are not in control of very much at all, but the one thing we have ownership of are our decisions. The decision to be lazy or proactive, the decision to be informed or in denial. The decision to make our lives worth living, or to coast through the world taking the road more travelled.
What i have known for a long time yet have become even more informed about of late is our unwavering cruelty to animals, whether it be for food, clothing, money, entertainment. I am not ok with it. Just as i am not ok with our disgusting treatment of eachother.
To say we will achieve harmony, unity, world peace or anything of the sort is just grandiose romanticism, its unachieveable on a mass scale, but right here in my tiny part of the universe i can live as i believe we should.
I will not eat meat not because i believe vegetarianism is the only Right or Just way but because the only alternative is wrong and UN-just. Whether an animal is born to eventually be a pet or food it has the right to experience the basic freedoms of its life. They are what is beautiful and innocent in the world, and in lots of ways they are where we came from. We are animals just like them. We are superior only in the sense that we are capable of moral choice and rationale. To be comfortable with the person I am I need to be proud of the decisions i make, and i do not condone mass production of anything, let alone life for the purpose of consumption.
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