The Therapy of Being Compassionate

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I wasn’t always a nice guy, and I’d imagine that there’s a lot of people out there who might be able to say the same about themselves. Not too many years ago, if I happened across a beetle traveling along its merry way, there was a strong chance that it would have a meeting with the bottom of my boot.

One day, I asked myself. . . why do you do these things? Why are you killing these bugs for no reason? You’re certainly not about to eat that spider, cockroach, ant, fly, or gnat (maybe by accident.)  Thankfully, I grew out that, but why didn’t insects deserve compassion?

I was walking with one of my coworkers one day, and he stomped a beetle just as I used to. I asked him, “Why’d you do that?”

“I don’t know,” he replied.

I said, “What if an alien came down from the sky right now and smashed you into the ground because it thinks you’re stupid and ugly? Me too for that matter.”

I’m not too certain if he ever changed his ways, but I’d like to think that I planted a seed in his mind, to make him think twice the next time, which was something that nobody ever really did or said to me. We were all violent kids growing up in south Florida. It seemed like hunting birds with our sling shots and BB guns was all there was to do.

Nowadays, I try to save just about everything, even inside my apartment. Obviously you can’t save everything, and if you have a flea or mosquito infestation. . . well, they just gotta die. I’m not saying that we all need to be Ghandi, but if you have a choice in the matter, try to do the right thing. Everything on the planet really just wants to live; everything from a blade of grass to a fish in the ocean.

Over the past couple of years, I have begun pondering why people base an animals right to life on their intelligence. “Oh, well they’re just dumb animals anyway.” I’ve heard that one a few times. I suppose it’s a justification to themselves, suggesting that animals don’t know pain or fear, to which I reply that they certainly do.

Being outwardly kind is one of the best portrayals of yourself that you can put out into the world. Our inner selves have a choice to be as beautiful or as ugly as we want to be, and we still have the option to change, no matter how late in life we choose to evolve.

When you know you’ve done something positive, you feel better about yourself. There are only so many opportunities in life to really test your inner strength. You only have so many opportunities to stand up and save something or someone’s life. When I pulled the blue jay from the cat’s mouth and watched it fly away, that’s one of the best feelings I ever had. That was almost thirty years ago, and I still remember it well.

As for the Canadian gosling in the photo, he/she is now living the good life on my parents’ farm. My house is practically a zoo, with a wolf hybrid, three cats, two geckos, a fish, a snail, and three plants. I hope that I’ve somehow made amends for how I once was.

 

DIS-POCALYPSE

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The behemoth is on the move. The leviathan hulks through the dying oceans, swallowing whole anything that dares to stand before or beside it. However, in a way, it is somehow beautiful and appealing, even to those whom are gnashed between its impeccable but monstrous teeth. The flame spitting devourer smashes the famished and the weak beneath its tendrilous tentacles. Perhaps the “lucky” are consumed, becoming a homogeneous appendage of the beast.

Disney. . .

Mickey Mouse. What pain has he ever caused? For a moment, I would ask that you consider Disney as ONLY a money making enterprise. Now I will ask you, What is the best way into a mother’s purse or a father’s wallet? Through their children, of course.

I won’t lie. . . over the last few years, the few times that I have gone to watch a movie in theaters, several of them have been Disney owned films (Marvel, Star Wars). Throughout my life, I’ve been to every Orlando theme park, and I even bought the Mickey Mouse ears. Most of their movies are enjoyable and well made, but not all, I dare say.

Herein lies the dilemma. In another 15 or 20 years. . . what exactly will Disney not own? They already own ESPN, ABC, FOX, Marvel, and LucasFilms. Basically what it may end up boiling down to is that if Disney doesn’t like your ideas, your ideas will never come to fruition. When someone else out there may have wanted to give you a shot, you may never get one. If you are fortunate enough to be picked up by their radar, your hard work will likely be changed far from what you ever intended, and your feelings on the matter be damned.

Monopoly laws are preventing a complete market buyout of the film industry, but what the colossus cannot integrate, it will strangle, depleting them of oxygen and out of the competition. They have the money and the power to bear force on all who oppose them, and by the wayside the competition is crumbling. DC and Warner Brothers can barely hope to compete, but then again it is difficult to have sympathy for an industry that has built itself upon a foundation of slit throated corpses.

Disney has also had a knack for pushing hidden, subliminal, sexual innuendos onto their viewers, as we have all heard about and many have seen. Perhaps we can leave the perversion out of this one.

One final thing that should be taken into consideration is this. Who’s feeding you your news? Two of the hydra’s heads are now speaking in one language. Fox news for the conservatives, and ABC for the liberals. The same story is being spun by the same puppeteer to manipulate both sides of the spectrum. So, how responsible is that cute little mouse for sending our children to kill and die in war? Maybe not responsible at all, but it’s something to think about.

Thank you 🙂
It’s a small world.

Putting Down The Remote Control

Being born in the 1980’s and coming of age in the 90’s was a wonderful time for me. The Saturday morning cartoons were amazing. Nintendo, Super Nintendo, and SEGA all came out at some point, and even computer games were starting to become a thing. I can remember spending countless hours of my life playing games like Contra, Golden Eye 007, and Starcraft, loving every single second of it.

I also spent a fair amount of time as a child grounded from doing the things that I loved. I remember making some sort of childhood pact with myself saying something along the lines of, “When I grow up and there’s nobody to tell me what to do, or ground me anymore, I’m gonna play video games FOREVER!” As time dragged on and I matured into adulthood, and “adulting” happened, those plans changed.

My level of interest began declining, not wanting to spend all of my days in front of the television. I had gotten really into playing games like Destiny, and at some point I realized that they were chewing up all of my free time, not to mention that I also have a wife, son, and full-time job to manage on top of it all. It became maddening, grinding day after day, spending my weekends trying to level up, or trying to find the gun, sword, helmet, or boots that I was forever in search of. I finally decided to put down the remote control and move on.

About two years ago I decided to journey into something that I had never done before. I began writing my first full-length novel, and much to my surprise, I finished the first draft of my manuscript within five months of my start date. I never knew how therapeutic writing could be, or how much fun it was. There’s nothing wrong with being a homebody in my view, but I really enjoy the idea of doing more productive work with my time. Ever since I began on this course, I’ve hardly looked back. My only regret is that I didn’t start writing sooner.