The image of the plains of Serengeti came to my mind today. Not that I have been there personally but through the window of the television – the idiot box isn’t that stupid after all. Every single year, survival instinct drives herds of wildebeest across the plains to find water – the source of all life. Each year, these wildebeest herds seemed to have only one purpose – to migrate. The most interesting part for me is that this exodus happens every year without fail and new wildebeest seemed to know what to do naturally.
It is how we are like here during the festive seasons as well. We flock the highway and look forward to a long queue back to our home town and etc. But today, I do not intend to write about that at all. I would like to write about our lives and the footprints our forefathers has left us with. The footprints in the form of the things we do habitually and naturally.
For me personally, I have some favorite spots that I love to visit once in a while. And somehow, I am able to revisit places that my parents have once brought me to. I am able to remember these places and get to them effortlessly. I remember there were numerous favorite pet shops that I love to visit. Some of them are still around and that is amazing although I do not enjoy visiting them anymore. I see a lot of cruelty in most of the pet stores these days.
What I am trying to say is that, my parents basically played a huge role in paving the footprints of my life. I cannot remember at which point of my life that I did not have a pet. Name a type of pet and I will be proud to say that I have had them all. But do I breed everything that falls into my hands? HELL NO!
It is so common for a person in the right frame of mind to want things in pairs because we ourselves are social “animals”. But we must start to take breeding out of the equation if we want just pets. Today I just want to share somethings that I have never done before. And I hope that there will be more room on this blog for my thoughts and my inner voice. Today, I added a new category to my blog – Thoughts. I share the core of my soul in hope that it will touch my readers in a profound way, and perhaps with a little glimpse of hope, bring a little change to this world.
Just knowing the fact that we have grown to be extremely suspicious of one another really saddens me. People tend to be secretive and afraid of sharing information in fear of losing their spot in society. Living behind a facade is very common these days. And that is true even in the rabbit world. Sad isn’t it? I am glad that I am able to live my life the way I like it without having the need to pretend. Go ahead and read my blog, I don’t really care what you think – that’s if you ever think at all (LOL).
Today, I cannot help but to realize that like my parents charting and paving the footprints of my life, I asked myself how should I then chart and pave a way for my children? I am in fact designing the shapes of the foot prints for the next generation. Every little thing that we do from the littlest to the most prominent actions, it brings different effects to the future. If we trash our pets today and have no regards for them in any way, the effect would be exponential in the near future. There wouldn’t be love left in this world.
I just can’t find any justifications in the act of breeding for money. I need enlightenment as my brain just blocks at this thought. I just can’t imagine my daughters seeing dollar signs on my rabbits.
Just like the Wildebeests in Serengeti, do we teach our future generation the way and the direction towards a better life, a better and larger water hole or do we send them to their doom?
2 responses to “Footprints of our lives”
I spoke to you a few times and went out with you once. What I have learnt (At least so far) 🙂 is that you are a man of your word. Also judging by the way how you treated Beth, I definitely believe that you are paving a good path for your next generation. I don’t think your daughter will see $_$ over your bunnies… Cheers for 2011. Cheers for lots of bunny funs in 2011… 🙂
thanks for your kind words Brandon….