I remember going through the grades in school, I remember constantly being told of my creativity and my intellect. I remember getting solid grades without much effort, my only negatives were my lack of completing almost any project, I remember in almost any English class I was also ahead of other students and once again I was complimented on my comprehension of different subjects akin to it.
Yet, as of these days I'm aware that I've actually grown less intelligent, less creative, and my comprehension of almost anything has become a slow dragging process to which I don't always reach the end.
I've grown lazy and my mind as become like an old man on his death bed with no one there for care or tend to him. My mind is weakened, handicapped, unable to move itself from its slumbers of nightmares, it has bedsores of dullness which are infested with the maggots of self-doubt.
It is ill, it is frail, and I'm worried that it just decaying more than living.
I have so few memories of even memories that I've gotten, I doubt that I would even succeed in making in through the lower half of the 12th of grades.
I've yet to bury it but the stench of my inadequacy sickens me.
A person cannot live so long on the shame from the doubt of what they've become due to the lack of simple action of who they were.
I fail to find the facts of the conviction of which I'm still complimented by lack of understanding of the doubtful pretender.
I watched an old Casper cartoon the other day where the only friend Casper could make was with a fox who later died and come back at the end as a ghost itself. Following the later, the narrator ended the episode by saying "They LIVED happily ever after". What the hell? Really now?
And since I was talking about this with someone else where, I'll also like to bring up with this cartoon was apparently trying to teach children.
"Don't worry kids! When you die or someone you love dies they come back as ghosts! And are just the same as they always were! AND! if you're wondering why none of your loved ones have came back to visit you yet..... they just simply don't love you.."
You know? A dog is something that you can tell all of your secrets, all your confessions and not worry about any negative feedback. Oh, but well it is a dog, it can't tell anyone, so what does it matter one might say? Well, dogs can sense sometimes when you're sad, when you're happy, or when you're frustrated. In their ways they'll even attempt to comfort you at the latter times.
If you're are loving and faithful to a dog, it is the same back towards you. Its love is at basic, almost unconditional. What other person could you as easily say that? All a dog asks is for food, drink, and you to enjoy your time with him/her.
How often does a dog willing makes you sad?
How often will a dog just get up and leave you at any time? Even during the lows of your life?
A dog is no human, but how much should treat one less?
