Have you ever been to a slaughterhouse? The place where Death rejoices and Life whimpers? If you've ever been to one, you will never love the smell of your smoking hot grilled chicken again.
As the butcher sharpens his knife, he also steels his mind. As he watches the flocks of his victims, he feeds them as well. As he judges each animal with the other, he is judging his own conscience. As he goes for the final kill, a part of his soul dies away, too.
The animals are pissing all over with fear. They whimper their wits out and even their dull senses can feel the looming presence of Death. The dear, dark lord, donning his evilish laugh, mocking the shit out of every single animal.
Just when the butcher selects his victim for the day and places his knife on it's throat, I reckon the animal must pray for a quick and clean death. Just like us.
When problems come our way, sometimes a matter of Life and Death, we wish and pray and beg for it to be short, quick and clean. Does that even exist?
As the butcher slices open the throat, the blood gushing out with full force, he grimaces for it's just another Life down the drain. The animal fights and jumps and shivers to get it's head back.
Are our lives just another one, down the drain? Can we get our heads back when cut off? Aren't we lucky?
To all those feeling inconsequential just because of the problems you face. Remember. You matter. Not to others, but yourself. This voice with which you read this out inside your head, it is the only thing that is going to come with you throughout your life. Not anyone else. Live for yourself. Only when you're happy and confident with yourself, can you make others feel happy and confident.
Life is a slaughterhouse. Be the butcher or an animal. The choice is your's to make.