Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Ouch, it hurts!
Oooiii!
It has been, like, ages that I didn't touch this blogpost. Few reasons might sound as classic excuses, but yes, I've been sooooo busy. Don't mention for how long I've paused because two years may seem as 'lazy', not 'busy'.
Kids pampering, house remaking, parents group meeting at school, are some of the excuses. Oh, and one thing. The sluggish laptop. I'd been wanting for a new computer so much that I only did limited kind of activities with it. Now there is no complaint since we have managed to earn a new one. Of course, this might be a good reason to start blogging again!
However, I notice that my right arm is hurt. The lower part of the elbow and near the armpit. I think it is strained, and it feels even worse when I'm typing or gaming in my mobile phone. Somehow I think that is a reason of putting my laptop in a lower position than my chest (since I'm temporary lack of chair and desk) and, been clicking mouse for so many times in an improper angle, could worsen the pain.
I know this all started from two months ago. As a committee (actually, the chairman) of parents group meeting to held a memorable farewell party for my kindergarten-graduated son, I did lots of typing - and texting, since all members were busy kind of mothers that could not easily spare their time to gather in the meeting - and so the pain began.
I even try to employ my left hand more (an attempt to be an ambidextrous, without success) while bathing, applying makeup, picking up things, to reduce the pain. It has no effect at all, since I'm not left-handed and it is innate for me to use my right hand in all activities.
But then I realize, I've been interacting intensely with gadgets: ipad, ipod, tab, blackberry, typing, texting, touching ... and it hurts even more.
So THAT might be the cause! I'm too much doing those click and tap and being in an inadequate position for so long!
The point is, I still need to do those typing, texting, clicking and tapping ... doing things with your fingers are not always healthy, for sure ..
Okay, ointment ... where are you??
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Lethargic
I just found this vocabulary when I tried to find the synonym of ‘lazy’ …
Yes, living in a big city such as Jakarta requires hard work, unending effort, and creativity as well. You struggle hard to go to work, in search for some cash to pay your living cost and to spare some more to ensure that you have enough for your future. Not to mention a long battle in the road, when you habitually drain your patience and concentration in some jams. So, when you are already home, you will attempt to bother no further for any exhausting activity, and send your housewife or your maid to provide everything that you need to pamper yourself. Not many, I assume, of them who have extra energy to perform household duties (I cannot even imagine for fathers or husbands, for they often sceptically prefer to leave them unfinished if they may), and I shall raise my two thumbs up for them (the working women, I suppose) who are keen to handle everything by themselves even if they are worn out.
Thus, some of us are not used to do everything at home by ourselves. Yes some work are tiring, but you will order your maid to make you drink, to heat up your breakfast or dinner in a microwave, to move a weightless object in front of you, to go upstairs to turn off your television or lamp, even the simplest ones, for example, to collect something that lies merely two or three steps from where you stand or sit. You will not do them by yourselves, for you persistently hold the reason that ‘the maid is there to help, no need to trouble, we already paid her’.
And then?
Many people complained about them gaining weight too fast. Then they went to gym or expensive fitness center.
Moreover, they became lethargic. Sending someone to do something that you actually could do yourself, becomes a habit. Not only at home, but in any other situation. And if they fail or do mistakes, you simply blame them. If the result is imperfect, you grumbled. Yet you proclaim that you can do better.
What’s the point then? Doing some things by yourself is vigorous, and customarily train you to be empathy. So why not make an effort from now?
Yes, living in a big city such as Jakarta requires hard work, unending effort, and creativity as well. You struggle hard to go to work, in search for some cash to pay your living cost and to spare some more to ensure that you have enough for your future. Not to mention a long battle in the road, when you habitually drain your patience and concentration in some jams. So, when you are already home, you will attempt to bother no further for any exhausting activity, and send your housewife or your maid to provide everything that you need to pamper yourself. Not many, I assume, of them who have extra energy to perform household duties (I cannot even imagine for fathers or husbands, for they often sceptically prefer to leave them unfinished if they may), and I shall raise my two thumbs up for them (the working women, I suppose) who are keen to handle everything by themselves even if they are worn out.
Thus, some of us are not used to do everything at home by ourselves. Yes some work are tiring, but you will order your maid to make you drink, to heat up your breakfast or dinner in a microwave, to move a weightless object in front of you, to go upstairs to turn off your television or lamp, even the simplest ones, for example, to collect something that lies merely two or three steps from where you stand or sit. You will not do them by yourselves, for you persistently hold the reason that ‘the maid is there to help, no need to trouble, we already paid her’.
And then?
Many people complained about them gaining weight too fast. Then they went to gym or expensive fitness center.
Moreover, they became lethargic. Sending someone to do something that you actually could do yourself, becomes a habit. Not only at home, but in any other situation. And if they fail or do mistakes, you simply blame them. If the result is imperfect, you grumbled. Yet you proclaim that you can do better.
What’s the point then? Doing some things by yourself is vigorous, and customarily train you to be empathy. So why not make an effort from now?
Monday, September 13, 2010
To be modest ...
Why does it have to be money above everything?
Though I may realize this from a long time ago, I recognized it further when I tried to teach my children a word of ‘modest’.
It sure is hard whenever you are in the midst of well-to-do surroundings. As you attempt to be humble, there’s always things to be witnessed as tempting even if it is not considered as ‘your fault’.
These days, everything is measured by your wealth. The materialistic world remains and continues to grow larger along with the unmistakable horror of human’s morale degradation.
There’s nothing wrong to pamper your child as they are worth to enjoy such privilege. But since they are, and of course we all are, social living things, it is contagious. Then again I believe that characters are built since early first days. If you failed to build it, you will see them improperly mingled in public.
However, I need to remain consistent. If I let them loose, it would be very risky. I must say I am grateful for now, they are not demanding. Should they went to a toy store, they rarely asked to buy anything. They also didn’t mind should they just play at home and going nowhere. For their daily menu, they seldom insisted to buy instant or junk food. Vegetables and whatever served in the dining table, they will happily opened their mouth for them. I just wonder for how long will they stay undemanding as so. It’s about the environs .. and me, of course, as their mother. So that’s why I have to be certain.
I wonder how kids could become very persistent not in good manners. They begged, cried, screamed, until they got what they want, mostly it's related to ‘purchasing something’. And their parents were not used to use the word ‘no’ since they themselves were caught in guilt for not spending proper time with them, and in return, they were easily being persuaded to spend their money. The kids will become spoiled and consumptive. Should it be that way?
I wish I won’t get contagious as well.
Above all … I love you, my children. I hope that you both will be modest for the rest of your life …
Though I may realize this from a long time ago, I recognized it further when I tried to teach my children a word of ‘modest’.
It sure is hard whenever you are in the midst of well-to-do surroundings. As you attempt to be humble, there’s always things to be witnessed as tempting even if it is not considered as ‘your fault’.
These days, everything is measured by your wealth. The materialistic world remains and continues to grow larger along with the unmistakable horror of human’s morale degradation.
There’s nothing wrong to pamper your child as they are worth to enjoy such privilege. But since they are, and of course we all are, social living things, it is contagious. Then again I believe that characters are built since early first days. If you failed to build it, you will see them improperly mingled in public.
However, I need to remain consistent. If I let them loose, it would be very risky. I must say I am grateful for now, they are not demanding. Should they went to a toy store, they rarely asked to buy anything. They also didn’t mind should they just play at home and going nowhere. For their daily menu, they seldom insisted to buy instant or junk food. Vegetables and whatever served in the dining table, they will happily opened their mouth for them. I just wonder for how long will they stay undemanding as so. It’s about the environs .. and me, of course, as their mother. So that’s why I have to be certain.
I wonder how kids could become very persistent not in good manners. They begged, cried, screamed, until they got what they want, mostly it's related to ‘purchasing something’. And their parents were not used to use the word ‘no’ since they themselves were caught in guilt for not spending proper time with them, and in return, they were easily being persuaded to spend their money. The kids will become spoiled and consumptive. Should it be that way?
I wish I won’t get contagious as well.
Above all … I love you, my children. I hope that you both will be modest for the rest of your life …
Friday, July 30, 2010
Man, Those Ethics!
Simply a lament of me and my family, and of course my troops! I don’t mind for me being harmed, but shall it be them, there’s no such thing to depict how furious I am ..
Few days ago I went with my family to one of the governmental office to administer some family documents, mainly for my husband and my children (mine is still valid). We were there at 9am and due to some stories from they who have made attempt to do these without third-party, in other words, manage the documents by themselves, we expected to be finished after lunchtime. Well, we have to prepare to wait, but I don’t mind.
After settling payments, we should wait to be called. Then the long-waiting adventure begun. I am not a good spectator, but only I could be so dumb not to see clearly lots of people who came after me just walked freely to the next booth without queuing. Some agents were with them. Those people peeked impatiently into the booth and they went in and out there all the time, blatantly ignoring the sign ‘no entry for those who were not called’ which was unmistakably placed at the door. One, two, three hours, then we were all dismissed to queue later until the Friday praying time has finished.
That, was already exhaustive. But wait until my next story.
We were back from our lunch and again sitting patiently in the waiting room. Not even one of our name was called for the next two hours. My husband, who do not wish to wait for any reason for his life, was more than cranky as I am. Along with me came a woman with her two sons who were as furious as we were. I remembered her to settle her payment right before me. Which concluded, when she has been called, then it would be my time.
That’s not true. There were so many names after her and not even one of our names buzzed.
I then argued with the officer in pursuant way, threat him that I could be no longer hold my son and daughter to be polite for they have waited for almost 7 hours, and the officer infuriate me more with his answers.
“You shall wait with others. They who came after you have already paid yesterday, so they could be served in a straight line. If you could not manage your children, and tired of waiting, you may come again tomorrow.”
What????
Then I pushed him and I pursued him. It was just too obvious that too many people are cutting my lane. Finally after he saw my troops running around gleefully and screaming with joy in the waiting room, and maybe because the cheat was just too far, he offered me to seek for my family documents.
No, this was not the end. We were served after we have been waiting for more than 6 hours, see. However after that, we had to spare some more of our patience for another more than an hour delay.
Geeeeezzzzzz ….
Few days later I came back to collect the finished documents and what I saw was pretty calming: the office has changed. It now has counters (not merely several lining desks) and most of all, it has electronic queuing number displays. Though I didn’t see any printer machine for picking numbers, I thought this is a good start. Well, let’s just say, we were simply ran of luck back on the ‘waiting’ day.
However I may still need to report my ‘unluckiness’ … so that there will be no others wasting their time badly …
Few days ago I went with my family to one of the governmental office to administer some family documents, mainly for my husband and my children (mine is still valid). We were there at 9am and due to some stories from they who have made attempt to do these without third-party, in other words, manage the documents by themselves, we expected to be finished after lunchtime. Well, we have to prepare to wait, but I don’t mind.
After settling payments, we should wait to be called. Then the long-waiting adventure begun. I am not a good spectator, but only I could be so dumb not to see clearly lots of people who came after me just walked freely to the next booth without queuing. Some agents were with them. Those people peeked impatiently into the booth and they went in and out there all the time, blatantly ignoring the sign ‘no entry for those who were not called’ which was unmistakably placed at the door. One, two, three hours, then we were all dismissed to queue later until the Friday praying time has finished.
That, was already exhaustive. But wait until my next story.
We were back from our lunch and again sitting patiently in the waiting room. Not even one of our name was called for the next two hours. My husband, who do not wish to wait for any reason for his life, was more than cranky as I am. Along with me came a woman with her two sons who were as furious as we were. I remembered her to settle her payment right before me. Which concluded, when she has been called, then it would be my time.
That’s not true. There were so many names after her and not even one of our names buzzed.
I then argued with the officer in pursuant way, threat him that I could be no longer hold my son and daughter to be polite for they have waited for almost 7 hours, and the officer infuriate me more with his answers.
“You shall wait with others. They who came after you have already paid yesterday, so they could be served in a straight line. If you could not manage your children, and tired of waiting, you may come again tomorrow.”
What????
Then I pushed him and I pursued him. It was just too obvious that too many people are cutting my lane. Finally after he saw my troops running around gleefully and screaming with joy in the waiting room, and maybe because the cheat was just too far, he offered me to seek for my family documents.
No, this was not the end. We were served after we have been waiting for more than 6 hours, see. However after that, we had to spare some more of our patience for another more than an hour delay.
Geeeeezzzzzz ….
Few days later I came back to collect the finished documents and what I saw was pretty calming: the office has changed. It now has counters (not merely several lining desks) and most of all, it has electronic queuing number displays. Though I didn’t see any printer machine for picking numbers, I thought this is a good start. Well, let’s just say, we were simply ran of luck back on the ‘waiting’ day.
However I may still need to report my ‘unluckiness’ … so that there will be no others wasting their time badly …
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Now It's About Football
I was not yet fully recovered when I watched World Cup semifinal between Germany and Spain. I suffered for (probably) gastritis, and this time it was surely a bit serious, but it was not powerful enough to hold me to watch the promising ‘rising stars’, Der Panzer.
Sadly, Die Mannschaft must lose the ticket to the final. Spain beat them 1-0. I must admitted these jungen seemed to have lost their strategy mapping, for statistics said so. From the very start, Spain dominated ball possession and continuously thrusted Neuer’s nest (wow, he’s a sexy goalkeeper, all right), making the 24-years-old worked harder than he should be. Boateng sometimes got the ball, but the dribble didn’t work well. Even Klose, Oezil (ooohh, that handsome Turkish) and Schweinsteiger appeared to be jammed while passing. In the end, it was Puyol of Spain who succeeded to blast the goal, making my gastritis felt worse than ever. Unlike their previous matches, which brought admiration and respect of the world after magnificent victory over England and Argentina, they did not make it this time. The absence of Mueller, probably? Or a clash with de facto captain Ballack be the reason? I don’t know. But I’m awfully miserable and disappointed. Must be admitted, I just watched them ‘sincerely’ since the battle against England (my husband is always not at the same side with me) but fell in love with their game ever since and joyfully hunt for every news about them, their players, the coach, and the history. Quite startled when I found that they are 25 years of age in average and mostly brought by Jogi to this event as their first international debut. And somehow, they are attractive yet lethal. Moreover, most of them are immigrants – unlike Hitler who wished for pure blood only. Salute for Jogi.
Well, let me tell you back in 1998. I kept my eyes on every matches at the World Cup. Surely, after quarter-final (well, I must admit it is very tiring to follow each match from the elimination phase). Unlike any other football mania, I quickly put out of my mind about who’s the man of the match, who’s the top scorer, even who was the champ. I only remember Davor Suker from Kroatia, who was mentioned as one of the best player. However I hardly recall when did I watch him play … at WC 1998, or 2002? I don’t even understand really well about total football, counter strike, and some other football phrases, and the most silliest thing is, I have been informed about the definition of ‘offside’ since 1998, hence until today, I still barely define one! Anyway, I prepared myself well in every match. Get ready for some snack and comfy seat, even if I had to watch alone. But none of the game has impressed me well and worth to be remembered, until this time. Enough to make me eager to satisfy my curiosity to explore more about Beckenbauer, Klinsmann, Muller, Matthaus, and Lehmann.
Europe and Latin America has a very long journey for preparing their young talents of football. Mostly parents have no hesitation to put their son to special football schools, which allow them to obtain normal teaching but also enjoy football at the curricullum. Even some of these players have been in touch intensely with football from their 5 years old of age! When they become teenagers, junior teams have waited, and so does a long potential career as a renamed footballer with unbelievable transfer amount. Imagine if I desired for my son to be a famous football star here in this country. He will suffer for not getting what he should. He will not be able to pay for his family. Even worse, nobody will spot his talent.
Like it or not, Germany must now prepare for their last battle to be the third place. What could be more good news is, the finalists are teams who have never been a champ. I think Holland and Spain deserve it. Aside from superstitious things about blue sweater (oooggghhh) and the octopus (let’s not mention that eight-handed creature, shall we? This time it’s not favorable to me and I’m not into it ..) and myths about never will be two champ at the same period (Spain is the winner for European Cup, right?) I may choose Holland for the winner, so they will make my revenge over Spain … what a cliché. I may be at Holland’s side because my son was named over one of the famous De Oranje player, Arjen Robben. Then again, I may be with Holland because they have some ‘undescribable psychology bond’ with this nation. But I guess I will not watch them at final …
Anyway … apart from all, I have a dream to live in Europe. Maybe because of the desire to watch my son to play football seriously? Well … that’s not really it (even if I know my husband will nod his head for this). But will we make it to live there? Amen!
Now let me make an attempt to fulfill my long suspended ambition … learning German language .. and try not to be moody as I discontinued to learn Hollandspreken and Spanish …
Immer uber alles (I hope it’s correct)
Tribute to Die Mannschaft
Sadly, Die Mannschaft must lose the ticket to the final. Spain beat them 1-0. I must admitted these jungen seemed to have lost their strategy mapping, for statistics said so. From the very start, Spain dominated ball possession and continuously thrusted Neuer’s nest (wow, he’s a sexy goalkeeper, all right), making the 24-years-old worked harder than he should be. Boateng sometimes got the ball, but the dribble didn’t work well. Even Klose, Oezil (ooohh, that handsome Turkish) and Schweinsteiger appeared to be jammed while passing. In the end, it was Puyol of Spain who succeeded to blast the goal, making my gastritis felt worse than ever. Unlike their previous matches, which brought admiration and respect of the world after magnificent victory over England and Argentina, they did not make it this time. The absence of Mueller, probably? Or a clash with de facto captain Ballack be the reason? I don’t know. But I’m awfully miserable and disappointed. Must be admitted, I just watched them ‘sincerely’ since the battle against England (my husband is always not at the same side with me) but fell in love with their game ever since and joyfully hunt for every news about them, their players, the coach, and the history. Quite startled when I found that they are 25 years of age in average and mostly brought by Jogi to this event as their first international debut. And somehow, they are attractive yet lethal. Moreover, most of them are immigrants – unlike Hitler who wished for pure blood only. Salute for Jogi.
Well, let me tell you back in 1998. I kept my eyes on every matches at the World Cup. Surely, after quarter-final (well, I must admit it is very tiring to follow each match from the elimination phase). Unlike any other football mania, I quickly put out of my mind about who’s the man of the match, who’s the top scorer, even who was the champ. I only remember Davor Suker from Kroatia, who was mentioned as one of the best player. However I hardly recall when did I watch him play … at WC 1998, or 2002? I don’t even understand really well about total football, counter strike, and some other football phrases, and the most silliest thing is, I have been informed about the definition of ‘offside’ since 1998, hence until today, I still barely define one! Anyway, I prepared myself well in every match. Get ready for some snack and comfy seat, even if I had to watch alone. But none of the game has impressed me well and worth to be remembered, until this time. Enough to make me eager to satisfy my curiosity to explore more about Beckenbauer, Klinsmann, Muller, Matthaus, and Lehmann.
Europe and Latin America has a very long journey for preparing their young talents of football. Mostly parents have no hesitation to put their son to special football schools, which allow them to obtain normal teaching but also enjoy football at the curricullum. Even some of these players have been in touch intensely with football from their 5 years old of age! When they become teenagers, junior teams have waited, and so does a long potential career as a renamed footballer with unbelievable transfer amount. Imagine if I desired for my son to be a famous football star here in this country. He will suffer for not getting what he should. He will not be able to pay for his family. Even worse, nobody will spot his talent.
Like it or not, Germany must now prepare for their last battle to be the third place. What could be more good news is, the finalists are teams who have never been a champ. I think Holland and Spain deserve it. Aside from superstitious things about blue sweater (oooggghhh) and the octopus (let’s not mention that eight-handed creature, shall we? This time it’s not favorable to me and I’m not into it ..) and myths about never will be two champ at the same period (Spain is the winner for European Cup, right?) I may choose Holland for the winner, so they will make my revenge over Spain … what a cliché. I may be at Holland’s side because my son was named over one of the famous De Oranje player, Arjen Robben. Then again, I may be with Holland because they have some ‘undescribable psychology bond’ with this nation. But I guess I will not watch them at final …
Anyway … apart from all, I have a dream to live in Europe. Maybe because of the desire to watch my son to play football seriously? Well … that’s not really it (even if I know my husband will nod his head for this). But will we make it to live there? Amen!
Now let me make an attempt to fulfill my long suspended ambition … learning German language .. and try not to be moody as I discontinued to learn Hollandspreken and Spanish …
Immer uber alles (I hope it’s correct)
Tribute to Die Mannschaft
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Hectic Traffic
Recently I found myself struggling hard in the midst of stiff, packed traffic. Though I may disagree with my own behavior, apparently I burst out dirty words to some wicked, disobedient drivers or motor riders. Did they do that on purpose, cutting my lane or horning loudly to push me to step on the accelerator deeper? Or did they merely trying to hit me to the edge? Maybe, they do not have time but to make or receive phonecalls behind the steer?
These days, driving in Jakarta could be considered as ‘rough’ or perhaps ‘intimidating’, especially in busy hours. You deal with people rushing towards their workplace with their mind spinning, thinking about what they should do once they sit on their cubicle. Tasks are on waiting list, bosses are making pressures, customers and clients need to be pleased. While kids at home were just showing their test mark which may not satisfying for some parents, or spouses demanded for insatiable requests, or bills awaiting to be paid, or more reasons that might not want to escape from their mind until they are settled.
But driving needs concentration. Driving requires paying attention. Most of all, driving are a matter of transporting to some other place safely. Do you know how much people cost to make crash test? Up to a million dollar, they say. So it’s a pity not to make the best use of the sophisticated breaking system or any other diligent technology since you rarely use it, isn’t it? (So never blame public transportation for taking over your way … they seem to be not familiar with brakes!)
Most of all, driving is about ethics. In Jakarta traffic, or perhaps in any other big cities, you may find sluggish drivers on the fast lane. When you set your sign lamp to take over them, they habitually hit the accelerator deeper, as a sign of not wanting to be overtaken. Or they may not know that it suppose to be one at a time when queuing, so no need to be rush, afraid of not getting the turn, and eventually being so assertive to other driver. I make myself to be used to raise my hands to drivers who slow down politely to give me a turn. It’s simply ethics.
Therefore, when you need to be tested for your patience and tolerance, try driving in Jakarta.
These days, driving in Jakarta could be considered as ‘rough’ or perhaps ‘intimidating’, especially in busy hours. You deal with people rushing towards their workplace with their mind spinning, thinking about what they should do once they sit on their cubicle. Tasks are on waiting list, bosses are making pressures, customers and clients need to be pleased. While kids at home were just showing their test mark which may not satisfying for some parents, or spouses demanded for insatiable requests, or bills awaiting to be paid, or more reasons that might not want to escape from their mind until they are settled.
But driving needs concentration. Driving requires paying attention. Most of all, driving are a matter of transporting to some other place safely. Do you know how much people cost to make crash test? Up to a million dollar, they say. So it’s a pity not to make the best use of the sophisticated breaking system or any other diligent technology since you rarely use it, isn’t it? (So never blame public transportation for taking over your way … they seem to be not familiar with brakes!)
Most of all, driving is about ethics. In Jakarta traffic, or perhaps in any other big cities, you may find sluggish drivers on the fast lane. When you set your sign lamp to take over them, they habitually hit the accelerator deeper, as a sign of not wanting to be overtaken. Or they may not know that it suppose to be one at a time when queuing, so no need to be rush, afraid of not getting the turn, and eventually being so assertive to other driver. I make myself to be used to raise my hands to drivers who slow down politely to give me a turn. It’s simply ethics.
Therefore, when you need to be tested for your patience and tolerance, try driving in Jakarta.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Enemy
Name the environment’s worst and meanest enemy. Not catastrophical force majeures, not even time. Yes, it’s human.
I have been watching quite numbers of children animation. Some of them conveyed conservation issues very nicely, should you remember Wall-E, Tarzan, Jungle Book, Spirit the Stallion, Pocahontas, Brother Bear, Ice Age, Avatar (well, it’s a teen movie, actually), and so forth. The latest, which I watched just recently, has put across a message on how human could behave maliciously to anything that stands between them and their intention. And that is not merely fictious.
It is stupid for both becoming the most magnificent creature and the meanest living machine of all times at the same time, I’ll say. You were unquestionably bestowed a gift from the very beginning, and being so ferocious means that you are not thankful to the Giver.
But that’s human. They may not have instincts to hunt preys, but somehow the ability to create magnificent mass-destructor, as a result of being diligent yet stifling, is very much the same. Nowadays human are hunters for their surroundings, even for their own race. They seem to try to “fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth” in such a really meaningful ways. Subdue, dominate and … destroy.
How very heartbraking.
Couldn’t we human be more tender to any other creature in this planet?
I have been watching quite numbers of children animation. Some of them conveyed conservation issues very nicely, should you remember Wall-E, Tarzan, Jungle Book, Spirit the Stallion, Pocahontas, Brother Bear, Ice Age, Avatar (well, it’s a teen movie, actually), and so forth. The latest, which I watched just recently, has put across a message on how human could behave maliciously to anything that stands between them and their intention. And that is not merely fictious.
It is stupid for both becoming the most magnificent creature and the meanest living machine of all times at the same time, I’ll say. You were unquestionably bestowed a gift from the very beginning, and being so ferocious means that you are not thankful to the Giver.
But that’s human. They may not have instincts to hunt preys, but somehow the ability to create magnificent mass-destructor, as a result of being diligent yet stifling, is very much the same. Nowadays human are hunters for their surroundings, even for their own race. They seem to try to “fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth” in such a really meaningful ways. Subdue, dominate and … destroy.
How very heartbraking.
Couldn’t we human be more tender to any other creature in this planet?
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