Do you ever get the feeling that you are not you?
Instead you are the mediator behind a whole menagerie of beasts each one for each passion.
The more passionate you are the more beasts you harbor.
The deeper your compassion runs, the larger in size they grow.
And everyday becomes a struggle to keep those beasts at bay. To feed their hunger least they feed upon you.
I know they’d say that you have to chose between your animals. Which to feed, and which to leave starving.
But tell me how do you look into the eyes of a living, breathing creature and strive to kill him?
How do you see them, and not see yourself?
How is peace imposed the self, that which is not imposed upon others?
Instead I find myself nurturing my darlings training them, fostering them.
In the hopes that one day they may recognize in me the glint of understanding all too recognizable, in them.
Written by: Casey Lumagbas (Manila, Philippines) / tumblr