Animals
Honestly, I feel like animals are so much better than human beings in a variety of different capacities. If you think about it, how are humans so obsessed with what is superficially on the outside of a person; Whereas you observe a pack of lets say a dozen or so wolves in Canada, or even in Yellowstone and what do you see? You see wolves of all different shapes, sizes, and pelt color. Let us say you observe wolves as dark as Charcoal and as pale as the snow, but guess what, they are an interconnected unit that is like family with one objective, survival! Now, if we observe this same kind of scenario with human beings, all kinds of differences can arise because they will most likely look at each other’s skin color and personal beliefs with philosophy as well as religion and conflict shall arise. With these examples a burning question emerges in my mind, why is it that the wolves can work so solidly with one another even when their lives are at stake and humans will start seeing differences right off the bat? Personally, I feel like I do not have an adequate an answer to this question because it has been a question that I have been trying to figure out for a couple years now. If it were feasible, I wish I could leave civilization behind for a time and live in the wilds with animals such as wolves, deer, coyotes, and the list goes on.
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I was doing some personal research on this topic of animals and humans with their interactions being a part of my findings as well; To be honest, I was heartbroken by this collection of stories I found regarding abusive parents neglecting their children. However, these children were able to be saved and protected from a negative fate provided to them by their parents by stray dogs and even stray wolves. I am a victim of both psychological abuse and sexual assault from people so to hear stories of children being abandoned and then being saved by stray animals was amazing. There was a time even in my own life when my father had to go away to rehab due to severe alcohol along with drug addiction which forced my mother to find another man. When this man moved into our home, he ended up being very abusive as well but my mother refused to acknowledge what I was saying about this guy until it was too late and he straight busted her jaw with his fist. To add even more context, the only friends I felt like I had during this time period in my life were my two Jack-Russell dogs Jack and Nelson, they comforted me in my times of mental anguish.
With all this in mind, I have to ask, based upon the examples I have expressed in this writing, are humans really better than animals? I suppose this question is up for debate but in my personal life animals were the most solid friends I had for many years and I shall never forget the impact they have had in my life.
