Posts Tagged ‘Killing’

The Cycle of Life

My inspiration for writing this article is something that I feel strongly about, yet will never be able to physically change. But hopefully, by the end of the piece, I’d like  to have made some people aware of their actions and possibly change your perspective on certain aspects of the life around us.

The cycle of life is, quite simply, amazing. The complexity of our eco-system is truly breath-taking. Each and every animal or plant you see devours something else in order to sustain life and, considering there are an estimated 10 million different species on earth, the cycle of life is immense.

Think about the number of animals and plants we consume during our lifespan as humans. Say an average person lives for seventy years, the amount of life we consume to stay alive ourselves is phenomenal. This is just one cycle of life, the world as a whole has hundreds of thousands.

Death is integral to life. Without death, life wouldn’t (feasibly) be possible. Though I couldn’t be the one to shoot a cow or catch a fish, I accept that killing animals is part of the lives we have to live.

Vegetarians may well have a different view upon this: a natural argument being that we could physically survive eating only plants. This is a very interesting topic on morality in my view.

Where does plant-life come into it? Surely plant-life should have as many rights as an animal. Plants use the exact same cycles as any animal, though obviously the ingredients to sustain life are different. So shouldn’t the same respect be given to plants as is shown to animals, or does life have to have a brain to become worthy of consideration?

That is simply a thought for your own morality. I really don’t think there will be convictions for a person picking a daffodil in the future

What I find quite distressing is that size really does matter in terms of respect given to animals. It’s confusing to understand why. A person picks a flower in a forest, no-one minds. A person cuts down a tree in a forest, they are condemned. Animals are similarly afforded respect out of their simple uses to humans as well as their size. Why does a dog carry a higher right to life than an ant?

All too often I see people killing animals out of mere annoyance, savagery or even pleasure. Killing a fly for buzzing too loudly, a spider for being a spider, an ant because it’s small. You wouldn’t kill a dog for eating the last sausage roll you dropped. What possible right does anyone have to wipe out a life through annoyance. I truly abhor this notion.

Gamekeeper’s rearing pheasants, nurturing them through childhood, then letting them loose to hunt them down with guns. Fox-hunting and deer-hunting for social and sporting pleasure. Bullfighting for public entertainment. The list goes on and on for the unnecessary killing of animals.

That’s a list of things I’ll never be able to change, and no doubt the government will never effectively ban either.

But I implore you, the next time you see a fly buzzing around that annoys you, or an ant that strays into your path, think twice about needlessly destroying life which is so precious.

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Heroes?

Scattered across the pages of our History, all through time heroes have been made. The word hero itself originates from the Greek ‘Heros’ meaning ‘warrior’ and ‘protector’.

Greek mythology is a good place to start.  Take Achilles, as famous a hero as any other. Even to date, he’s known as one of the best pound-for-pound fighters the world has ever known, even with a dodgy heel.

The French haven’t always run, they have their patron saint in Joan of Arc. A Christian teenage girl who impossibly united a nation against the tyrannical English, impassioned by the visions she dreamt narrated by her God. And, understandably, she was mercifully led to end her life by being burned alive at only nineteen.

The Scottish hold reverence to the great William Wallace. Leader of the uprising against the notorious Edward ‘Longshanks’ – King of England in the latter part of the 13th century to the beginnings of the 14th – uniting his kinsman into battle against impossible odds, and coming out victorious. Until the inevitable ending, of Wallace etching his place into the book of time by being captured and publicly executed in a truly horrific manner.

How about the English themselves? Who better than Sir Francis Drake – a true English hero. Among his accomplishments, he became the first to circumnavigate the globe and delighted Queen Elizabeth in the return of exotic items and spices not seen before, as well as gold plundered from the Spanish. Of course, that’s where his fame derives from. To the Spanish he was known as El Draque, ‘Francis the Dragon’. After provoking the Spanish into war, he then famously defended our shores from the great Spanish Armada. With a little help from our always unforgiving English weather.

This is just to touch the sides. There are countless ‘heroes’ from many nations across the world.

But just think: what is it that makes these people heroes? Sure, they make a great bedtime story to put the kids to sleep and make for a fascinating History lesson, but has society really evolved if it is glorifying a person based on personal success at warcraft, killing and murder? You only have to take a look at the daily news sheets to find a new hero every week from Afghanistan and Iraq. But are they really heroes?

Where’s the justification in glorifying someone for snuffing out the existence of another. People are very quick to judge the plight of suicide bombers, as they themselves are praised by their brethren for achieving the highest honour in the eradication of infidels and non-believers, but in essence,  isn’t the British media essentially doing the same thing? Politics in the guise of Patriotism. Scores of teenagers are leaving school, brainwashed into believing that it’s their duty to kill in order to be praised. I don’t know what’s worse: ‘achieving’ a medal for war exploits, or becoming a true national hero praised by the national media, shrouded in the British flag. Sadly, over a coffin.

I for one, do not want to stand up and be counted.