I sit outside forced to listen to a car alarm honking over and over again, seemingly never ending. When the horn finally stops honking, I hear the roar of the air conditioners. In the distance there are cars rumbling down the highway. One after another after another, 24 hours a day the cars speed by going to many places for many different reasons.
I see on the TV people selling things, tempting people to buy their products. Walking I see stores on every corner, parking lots filled, people walking in with nothing, others walking out with bags filled with things. Cars pass constantly while sidewalks remain empty. The bike lanes are also empty except for parked cars.
This is a normal day of within the human perspective of life. Working, buying and selling is what they live to do each day, never thinking of where the things they buy are coming from. Never thinking of how they are affecting the whole of life. Focuses only on their own individual wants and needs. Living for today without much concern of the future consequences of their actions.
They complain of the consequences currently occurring, without any thought that they are the cause. They complain about the insects as their populations increase, not thinking of the bats who have been dying off because of foreign diseases imported on the ships from other countries importing the cheap goods that they buy.
They complain about the wolves who, at times, might predate their cattle. To the humans it is a loss of money. To nature it is balance. The humans seek to kill the wolves because they are a nuisance to their limited human perspective. Not thinking about how wolves balance the very nature of their existence.
They complain about humans killing other humans. They point out the past and the madmen who once attained power, killing off all those who might affect their power. Racially discriminating against people who are different from them. Never remembering how their very ancestors slaughtered many millions of people, the indigenous peoples of the countries they invaded. Those they didn’t slaughter they enslaved to do their dirty work. Now they complain that about the survivors of their attempted genocide because those people again want their rights to live.
The human condition is such a strange experience. Watching humans, within a brief period of time called a “life” impose themselves upon other lives in a competitive dominance striving toward something. A something that resembles their own destruction. A species programmed to consume and destroy life in order for them to live their lives, even destroying other humans in order to attain the immediate gratification they desire.
One can only think, “When will stop complaining about the very things they put into action because of their blind desires and look in the mirror realizing they are the cause of their dissatisfaction.