I've come to a realization that i've been looking at life through "blinds on a window" only catching small glimpses of whats really going on. It's strange how we go our whole lives being caught up and acting out our emotions and thoughts without even considering how harmful they may be.

Compassion starts with even the smallest creatures, rather it be a fish or a ant, just because they are small doesn't mean they arn't significant. We disrupt their lives just as much as war and bombs disrupt ours. People are like skin on lizards: constantly changing to suit our surroundings not once even stopping to face the realness of the situation.

Ah! I really don't much to say.. I just wanted to ramble for a bit.