The Ugly Truth

*knock* *knock* I saw Jhay-ar at the other side of the glass he was holding something in his hands but I can't hear his voice. "What did he say?" I asked Emman. "It's a bird."

Woah! I was so excited and ran out of the office. It's a young maya. It was so weak that it can hardly fly. "I saw it inside the comfort room, it was stuck in the window. Let's bring it outside." I brought the bird instead inside the office because I was so excited to let my officemates and my bestfriend - Grace to see it. It tried to fly so it fell out of my hands. Jhay-ar picked it. "I'll bring it outside." he said. "I'll come with you!" We went out the building. It was already dark outside. It was probably around 6:20pm.

We saw the garbage bin, but Jhay-ar saw the two black
cats on top of it, so we went the other way and decided put the bird on the pile of cement. It's feet tried to hold on to Jhay-ar's finger. I even laugh since it looks so cute. Looks like it was already attached to him.

Jhay-ar tried to put it down carefully. When it was finally on  the cement, it suddenly fly away. It fly towards the parking lot. We were about to move to get it, but the two vicious cats suddenly jump over the poor weak bird. They are feasting the small body of the weak bird. The small and sweet bird. I was terrified.

"Oh my God!" Jhay-ar suddenly said. He walk fast back to the office. I was holding back my tears.

We tried to save it. We put it outside to save it. So it will be able to  to regain its energ y and it can fly again. To be with his family and friends again. My conscience is bothering me. I told my colleagues about its  terrifying death.

Someone said "Don't worry about it, it's a part of life Chel..." 

"It's a cycle of life...  the weak get eaten by the strong" Another said.

The tears came out so fast. It describes the painful emotion that I can't speak out. I can't accept that fact. This is one of the few and ugly reality that I resist to accept.I thought that the strong exist to protect the weak. I am stronger than those cats but I was just standing there and I can't even shout nor move to kick those vicious black cats. Simply because the fear overwhelmed me.

It's a cycle of life...  the weak get eaten by the strong. This tragic cycle repeats. And it's just the way it is. It's just the way it should be.It is, nature. 

It's a cycle of life...  the weak get eaten by the strong. But this should not be applied to us, human beings. I believe that the strong exist to protect the weak. Don't you think so? Sometimes we are being too insensitive to others. We stomp people who were a little weaker than us. Are we being just too insensitive or is it to feed our useless ego to feel good about ourselves?

We are not animals. It is not a necessity for us kill others to be able to survive nor to stomp other people to be able to get ahead. We should break this chain.