Predator vs. Prey. Its an easy concept. But for me, someone steps on an ant and I tear up. I'm what one would call, an extremely empathetic human. If I had the power, which I am thankful I don't, I would just build an island with high indestructible walls and put all of the inconsiderate, earth-abusers on it until they eventually kill each other off. And then my dream world would just consist of genuine earth loving hippies. We would live as we should, that the world and its inhabitants are a gift to us, not us to them.
Natural selection really tugs on my heartstrings. I'm watching a documentary called, "Africa" and I witnessed an older bird sibling attack its younger, weaker brother to get its parents attention, and it worked. The parents took the older brother and left the younger injured one to die. It was utterly heart breaking.
I also witnessed a baby elephant dying of thirst because of a drought and its entire family left it to die but its mother stayed with him, but he died anyway.
Seriously. Heart Breaking. (But at least gazelle's have this guy.)
But I know that in my ideal world that would happen everyday, almost 100 times a day, and the animals would probably kill us loving hippies off within a week. But yet I cant get over them. The beauty of nature and its animals just fascinate me. I just want to hold them, feed them, and watch them all day long. I want to study them and just love on them. But that's not realistic. That career wouldn't lead to my desired family life in a cabin in Oregon.
But then I watch a baby elephant playfully chase a bird and it all seems worth it.
There's a strange graceful beauty about animals that really just hits me straight through the heart. Sometimes I catch myself staring at my small shih tzu, just to remind myself that she's a moving, breathing, feeling, being. It's just so extraordinary to me.
Natural selection really tugs on my heartstrings. I'm watching a documentary called, "Africa" and I witnessed an older bird sibling attack its younger, weaker brother to get its parents attention, and it worked. The parents took the older brother and left the younger injured one to die. It was utterly heart breaking.
I also witnessed a baby elephant dying of thirst because of a drought and its entire family left it to die but its mother stayed with him, but he died anyway.
Seriously. Heart Breaking. (But at least gazelle's have this guy.)
But I know that in my ideal world that would happen everyday, almost 100 times a day, and the animals would probably kill us loving hippies off within a week. But yet I cant get over them. The beauty of nature and its animals just fascinate me. I just want to hold them, feed them, and watch them all day long. I want to study them and just love on them. But that's not realistic. That career wouldn't lead to my desired family life in a cabin in Oregon.
But then I watch a baby elephant playfully chase a bird and it all seems worth it.
There's a strange graceful beauty about animals that really just hits me straight through the heart. Sometimes I catch myself staring at my small shih tzu, just to remind myself that she's a moving, breathing, feeling, being. It's just so extraordinary to me.