Values

How to know if what I’m trying is the right thing to do this time?

You’ll forever be just as good as you are at the moment and with each moment there is the potential of change. Since when am I the old wise one? We’re the same age, I assume, so stop searching for excuses or causes and let yourself fall into the process for fish’s sake.

The sad part is, for my kind, I’m considered mildly poor, but compared to the world’s true problems, I’m still one of the most privileged and rich persons without even being aware because everyone else tells me how much more I could or should have.

To me, you seem pretty aware. You being poor means you weren’t much of a good hunter, am I right? You couldn’t lay your hands on many of our precious scales, could you?

I know how it seems, but I assure you, it’s not like that. Please believe me!

So you do care what I’m thinking about you. Cute. My gut didn’t lie to me when I saw you sinking.

I would teach them to cherish you, to see the beauty in your song, in the dance of the tides. We don’t need to take lives to find purpose…

You tried to spread that message once, maybe when you were little, hm? Or is that what you’d like to do when your wing’s healed?

Once I thought there was a world trapped inside of me, so I started to explore it. After a while I noticed that it was the other way around. I’m still trying to find my way out of this mess, unsure if there will ever be words that could possibly describe those feelings the adventure brings along.

Again you speak of beliefs as if they justify your actions.

You know, it hasn’t been personal ever since. It started getting personal when it stopped being necessary. At the beginning, after discovering your species, mine saw their chance to stop their suffering, the hunger, the death. They began to hunt and soon developed more out of your bodies than food. When the need for hunting you stopped, it had become such a deep part of who we were that we needed another excuse, but of course, there weren’t any, so we ended up blaming you for our faults. I grew up with all of that. Did I ever have a chance? A choice?

Remember your personal story. Stop hiding behind the responsibility of others and choose to take it for your own actions.

Beliefs give us purpose, they guide our claws and beaks.

They blind you to the suffering you cause, trap you as much as us. Why do you not fight back? Why accept your fate?

What good is fighting when the ocean itself is our cage?