The news was running a story on animal abuse.  I couldn’t even listen to the promo for said news.  It’s too upsetting.  People post pictures and links on FB and it takes all my strength to scroll by and not “see” the horror.

As an HSP, it’s tough to deal with these sorts of things.  How can human beings be so cruel?  How can they inflict such pain on another?  It baffles me.  Is there no empathy?  Just a little bit?  They say sociopaths have no ability to empathize with someone, which is why they often end up being serial killers.

I’m no hero.  But what would I do if I thought I knew someone was being so abusive?

I know that getting the news out there is one way to help stop the cruelty - I just can’t watch.  I can’t read about it, can’t even think about such things.  But I hope that those who are not so easily thrown off kilter will do something.  Those who are able to bare these things and are urged onto action will protect the weak and vulnerable.  And a big “thank you” if you’re one of the ones who stands up for those who can’t.

It’s all just too overwhelming for me.  I really don’t understand.

In my world, there is no fear, no pain, no greed.  In my world, you can trust each and every person who crosses your path.  In my world, people are not motivated by power and do not rule by bullying.  My world is so much nicer.

In my world, you never want because everyone will give.  In my world, you can rest when you’re tired, work when you should, play everyday and make love with passion and freedom.  My world sees the differences in its inhabitants and enjoys the nuances each brings.  My world does not dictate who can love whom and in what way.  My world has walls for those who need privacy and no walls for those who want freedom, but never are those walls put in place by another save to preserve their own personal privacy.

In my world, the children wander safely, learning respect and kindness from all the adults in their life.  In my world, animal shelters are not necessary for no creature is abused or abandoned.  In my world, no one is homeless for all are welcome and are allowed to contribute in the way that best fits their gifts.

In my world, imaginary as it may be, we are all placed here for a purpose.  We all get to live and work according to our soul’s calling.  No one is required to do something that eats away at their very being.  A warrior is a warrior, a farmer a farmer, a teacher a teacher, an artist an artist, a healer a healer, each according to his or her gifts. 

In my world, the universe is in balance.  Each person can be him or herself and that is what keeps that balance.  Masks are not the dress of the day, unless the three-act play requires them. 

In my world, we are all happy.  We all give what we have to give, receive the gifts of others, and live according to the light in our hearts.  In my world…in my world…tho’ only a dream, someday, I want to see my world.