"My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living." Anais Nin


We like to think about ourselves as of rational creatures, human being, conscientious, civilized, who care about those around them. But when things start to go to hell, even just for a little bit, we realize that we are so not too much above animals.  We have opposable thumbs. Thinking…  talking… walking on two feet… dreaming. But basically we live in the prehistoric era, biting, scratching, and fighting for our place in this cold world.

There is a small animal in all of us and maybe that’s the reason to celebrate. Animal instinct is what makes us seek comfort and warmth of a pack. We can feel like in a cage or caught in a trap but at  the end, we will still find ways to feel free. We protect each other. Even so we guard our own humanity. And even if there is an animal in all of us, what separates us from animals is that we think, feel, dream and love. And despite all odds, all instincts evolve. 




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This entry was posted on November 28, 2015 by in Life,friends , family.
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