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Dear Yang Xiaoyun,
A hearty thank you for saving all those dogs. You are what the world needs, a real hero.
I don’t want Yulin Meat Festival to stop because I’m a dog person, but because its way to insane and barbaric. When I read about the festival, it broke my heart but when I read about you I found hope. Hope for those scared animals sitting in those cages, waiting to be killed, cooked and eaten. I want to scream and shout at someone for the very existence of the event.
I know a lot of people must have told you what a good thing you do every year by saving dogs; I too want to say the same thing. But more than that I want to say THANK YOU on behalf of those who are angry, sad and shocked but have no idea what to do to make a difference. You are making a difference, you are saving doggies the best gift from God. Thank you for saving them.
Thank you for your will, courage, love, empathy and bravery.
A dog lover who is in pain.
Humanity is dying everyday, every second. I will write this post, show my anger, my sadness and soon it would become a faded memory for those who would read and for me. We would move on to another story, another pain, another big news and another crisis.
When does this stops?
As always i see a world where empathy is crushed by stubborn beliefs, laws and society. Why are we spending so many billions on finding another planet with life, when we don’t even respect, care or think about the ones ending here every other day?
I’m too slow with my story, as in pace wise. I did do some writing this weekend but i could have done better. Wasted a lot of time here and there, mostly because i have this unwanted and unwelcome and highly annoying friend – my mood swings.
Anyhow, i think I’m going to finally finish a story. I don’t know if i would keep it or share it, i don’t know if its good or a crappy one but i do know that i need to do this. Write and wrap a story. I know I’m slow but I’m going to wrap it up before I start with my NaNoWrimo.
Today, when i was walking and running around in the park i had this thought. There were bunch of kids playing football who later on started playing with firecrackers as the season of Diwali is here. As, i ran around in circles looking at those boys i couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mother would i want to be. Yes, i know i don’t want to be a mother but if i ever did go through that bridge i would want my kid to grow up with these –
– Racism is bad
– Everyone is a person, there is no such thing as black, gay, loser, short, fat, brown
– Right to equality and freedom is more than a quote from a book
– Pets are family and we dont throw stones at family
– Never whistle at or disrespect any girl, not matter how she dresses up
– Empathy matters
– Being a leader is cool, but being a bully is not
– Earth is already polluted
– Super heroes are for real. They are people who go out of their way to help others or make someone feel special
I don’t know why i was thinking about it but i feel we don’t teach our kids, specially boys, things out of the text books. Parents do the best they can, but there are some who believe its okay for their kids to be kids and learn from their mistakes. Which is good but when a kid bullies another kid and hurts him/her, that’s not the kind of mistake we want our kid to learn from. In fact that’s a mistake we should not let out kid make at all.
Mistakes that we should let our kids learn from should be ones like breaking a guitar and realizing he or she is better at sports not music, forgetting to bring important books to school and realizing it is important to get up early and spend some time with the school bag, breaking a window with a ball and realizing some games should be played outside in the lawn.
Its crazy, but i wish we would teach more than they learn from Maths, Social Science, Chemistry, Bio and History classes. I saw those kids with firecrackers and i wish i could tell them to not do that, because dogs, cats and birds get scared to death when something so loud happens.
May be I’m weird, just weird. I don’t even know how to talk to a baby when i m sitting in front of one and here I’m talking about things we should teach our kids.
So, i thought things like that and then shook my head wondering what on earth I’m thinking, I mean I should be the last person to be allowed to take care of a kid.
Anyhow, i think i should go now. Weekend is over and tomorrow is Gotham day.
Wasn’t my day. I don’t feel well because of super irritating stomach issues plus some stupid biker banged into my car. Why do people keep on bumping into my car?
Sometimes I go into this phase where when I hear someone crib about life a part of me wants to ask that someone to shut up. I know sounds mean, but it’s not the lack of empathy it’s the anger. I get angry that why is it that I can’t crib out loud. I do. I crib so much and have bad mood days but I have to always come up with some sort of lies to justify my emotions. I lie if someone sees me gloomy. Why can’t I just be an honest cribber? That’s why when I hear a person talk how much life sucks, I want to just walk away or put my headphones on.
I know its mean. But some days the Hulk inside me gets so angry because all I have is lies and pretenses. I don’t know why I’m saying this. How easy life would be if I just spoke but how different my world would be.
You know what’s the saddest thing about living a lie? You can’t defend yourself when people, who love you, end up talking crap about you right in front of you. You can’t blame them because they don’t know they are making fun of you, because they don’t know you or truth about you. So you nod, agree and try to change the topic as smoothly as possible. You kill your pride, swallow the shout and continue with your Oscar level performance of being the person you aren’t.
Sorry, but I’m bitter and angry today and I blame the health. I want my dog right now, but again I can’t have him. I can’t go to a friend crying asking for a hug, for I don’t know what to say when asked about my tears. I can’t tell my mom I need to sleep next to her tonight like I used when I was a little girl; for she would end up worrying that something is wrong.
Truth be told, I just want to stay alone for a day with no one talking to me and me not pretending. Just me, music and a little low profile silent and dull day. Just what I need. But unfortunately, I can’t get a hug or lonely day for weekend is over and I have Gotham from tomorrow.
Some days I feel so small; a tiny little leaf on a tree that would just wither and fall away one day.