A Hug

Saw her there standing in a corner. Tears hanging on her chin, her red cheeks watery, glistening in the light of this nice day. And I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. I walked, slowly towards her as she stood there. With open arms, I hugged her fragile state.

I wanted to squeeze her pain away. My arms wrapped around her tense body, her stiff muscles against mine. Her head nestled on my shoulders as her sobbing slowed, her chin dampening my hair.

Then my arms wrapped tightly firm around her, my fingers anchoring on her clothes. She stood there, still with her arms draping down. I caged her inside my warmth and there I gave her shelter.

Into the distance I stared and of nothing I thought. This wasn't a moment to think, but one to feel. Her beating heart thumped against my chest. Her blushing cheeks radiated heat into my neck.

There we stood silent. That was all I could give. That was all she needed.

Little Beating Heart

Every little thing's
That gonna flicker
In this beating heart
Will die out
And every little thing
That was once close
To this beating heart
Will vanish with it
All the little things
That once danced
With the rhythm
Of this beating heart
Cease to move
To the little things
And to my heart
Forever loved
Once forgotten
Beats no more.

An Adventure

At the foot of the white-tipped mountain
We set up camp on green blades of grass
And that night under a black sky dotted with stars
We slept singing songs of old and eating bread
For the next day, early as the sun broke
We set forth, for the peak of ice we walked.

It took us six days, we hiked we climbed
Across the beaten track and beyond the paths
We met a lake of blue and green with fish
And beavers that swam and pulled logs in it
We hunted one and ate it hot on a blazing fire
Made from wood that we got from trees of Spruce

On the seventh day when the sun peaking out
From behind the horizon it welcomed us
Upon the peak of Mount Magut we stretched our feet
And we laughed and clapped hi-fives
And hugged each other in the cold air
That swept up from down below

We then looked at each other for a moment
Back and forth we nodded agreement
And we jumped down the mountain
With parachutes we swayed fast.
Down fast we went against the cold breeze
The camps down below like ants we saw

And in a few minutes we descended
In an open field of grass we landed
And laughed and hugged
For the climb of days took so brief now
To get back to camps and a fire we set up
And there we lay and sang and bread we ate.

Euthanasia, what about it?

And again, it is the people without suffering and without actually being in the shoes of people like that woman with persistent 24 hour ringing in her ear like "nails on chalkboard" who had to suffer 24/7 that say her wish to die and stop her suffering is "absolutely outrageous." 

Who is to say that ..." allowing killing as an acceptable answer to many causes of suffering, whether terminal or chronic disease, disability, mental illness, or existential despair.”...is not actually wrong?? but is a right (both literally and figuratively)?? 

Not all people had the luck to be born "perfect". Some may suffer from immeasurable pain (and this could be mentally, such as depression or existential despair as cited) which makes it so much harder for them to have a normal life. What gives YOU (the person that is living a normal life) the right to tell those who are suffering what to do with their lives? 

If a disability is making someone incapable of making decisions of his own, making him suffer, unable to cope in the world, isn't it his family's choice whether to let him continue his life? This is the same family that raised him, gave him the chance to live, to grow...because otherwise, even in a natural setting, he would still die. If such a person is really suffering, wouldn't death be a better end result than your selfish want to keep him with you. 

And then, if children, very young babies, are still not even conscious and self-aware but are known to be disabled in such a way that their future holds nothing but grief, prejudice, pain and torture in life, isn't it the right of the parent (that same parent that gave life to the child in the first place) to decide to end her child's suffering? Again, if that child would have been born an animal, he would have probably been abandoned by his mother or eaten very quickly after. 

The possibility of euthanasia is giving the choice in the hands of who deserves it rather than taking it from them by the selfish people that are busy living a "normal" life, arguing whether or not it is ok to give the right to a suffering person to end his life. Euthanasia is an act of altruism not an act of cowardice when done correctly. 

If you tell me that Euthanasia will cause problems in situations where killing oneself (such as depression in teenagers) could have been avoided, then the problem is not euthanasia itself but the society which created that scenario where the child is depressed in the first place.

Euthanasia is giving the right (and almost the last word) to the person to end his life in light of his society rather in the shadow of it. It is like society giving its last recognition to that person who itself (the society) had destroyed in the first place. 

Without euthanasia, suicide would be frowned upon as something that is unnatural, yet suicide was the cause of that society itself, further amplifying the fact that we live in a selfish, self-centred egoistic society that only thinks what WE ourselves do is right and whatever decision people take is wrong. Again, this is only so because we are selfish and are not living in other people's shoes.

Pro-Life or Not So Much?

Are those who claim the right to protect the life of embryonic humans, people who are aptly named pro-lifers, really struggling to preserve life? Or are they just preserving their egoistic ideologies?

Given the choice between saving an embryo and saving a mother I do not see how a pro-lifer can value an embryo on the same scale as the mother. How can you attribute the same qualities, the same rights, the same privileges to the embryo as to the mother?

Consider this; a mother, a wife. She has been born for forty years and on the Earth she walked for forty years. Now look at her history, but do not start from her childhood. Do not look at when she was just a ball of cells but look at her now, an adult human being. This person has a life. She eats, she loves, she smiles and cries, she can talk and dance. She has friends and maybe family. She is living. Her memories live in the minds of those who met her, her 'soul' lives on in the lives of the people around her. Yet, look at her now when she was just a ball of cell. What defined her then as what she is now? Was she then what she is now?

Now consider that embryo deleted from existence. There is no mother any more. No memories linger in the minds of people that never had the chance to get to know this person. Yet, they do not know this. For they had never the chance to meet her in the first place, and thus never had the chance to integrate her in their lives. She will never be missed, always forgotten. An embryo which is not born is not a human which is to die.

Pro-lifers tell me that the embryo has potential to become human. That if given enough time, it will grow to become this mother. I tell them that that is true. I also tell them, that the embryo WILL become a mother, but right now it is not. Consider the embryo discarded. Would you rather discard an embryo or discard the mother which brought forth this same embryo?

What if, after the discard of the first embryo, the mother decided to bare another embryo inside her? Would this embryo grow up to be a human being much or the same as the human being that was discarded before it? And if so, wouldn't this mean that by not discarding the first embryo you are denying life for the second embryo?

Do not put forward arguments of probability when that same probability contradicts your assertions. How are you so certain that that embryo which you so valiantly defend is more important than those countless other possible embryos that you have so foolishly forgotten?

DNA does not make us human. Humanity makes us human. Life moulds us into a shape filled with character and memories. An embryo has none of these. When given the chance to kill an embryo for the benefit of the mother, would you choose to kill an embryo without a written future, or kill a mother with a written past?