BLIND

i wake up...the wind is blowing through the open window..i could see the street light...the light forcing its way onto the edge of my bed...i hear someone around me...its strange...i live alone....i am confused..i think that was a dream...but i can still hear someone...and is that someone crying?...yes it is...the crying gets louder.....and louder....and louder....i am scared now.....i look around..i cant see anyone...but i can hear crying....i can hear crying....not one..not two...but several different cries...my heart races...i cant breathe...but why are my eyes unable to see whats going on...i can hear...feel the sweat dribbling down my face...but why am i unable to see??....why am i unable to see those people who cry everyday?....they cry while i sleep in my comfortable bed....i have two pillows....not one....for my head.....but i cant see people sleeping on the street...where the sky is their roof and the dirt is their pillow....my eyes refuse to see them...i look at my hands..they are shaking....i have a stitch scar on my finger....i see it..i can touch it....i can feel it...but why cant i see the so many cuts and bruises on those people who cry their hearts out in pain??....i have lost the ability to see....i have lost the ability to see their faces..with tearful eyes....i refuse to believe that there is anything else in the world but me.....i can only see myself and all around its dark....my hands keep shaking...i can see them shake....but i cant see the faces of those who were shaken by disaster...they became homeless....they died.....i am alive.....but i am blind...

LIONS

the lion teaches its cubs as they grow , how to hunt…this teaching continues as they grow..every step of the way there is a new lesson to be taught…and the lioness is a master of killing…and most of them are…they want to pass it on to its cubs…this will make them independent confident and do what they were meant to do due to their chromosomal structure….and the cubs are eager in learning…they are involved and restless….they want to be strong….and better then each other…they struggle.. sometimes fail..but never stop believing in themselves…wanted to make there parents proud….and most of them do…every time they hunt with their mother…they observe…learn…and practice with each other….they soon learn the purpose of all the teaching and knowledge that they gained…and then they realize that hunger can be a very bad feeling….and survival means that you are able to provide….and be self sufficient….all along the way the cubs gain confidence…with age they gain wisdom..they can predict things..fear things that might be harmful…and try to avoid them…they become more focused in their goal and realize that now they are no longer cubs..but have basically turned into what their parents were…another breed of animals…trying to live…trying to survive and passing it on to their young ones….they don’t understand why their parents are getting old…why they are supposed to get old like them somewhere along the way….and why their own children will go through it like them?..they don’t question or complain….but just try to live their lives…..