For long, I have questioned the audacity of us, humans to think that we are powerful, that our lives hold an intrinsic value, that all of nature’s children stand beneath us, the greater intelligent species.

For long, I have questioned the audacity of male humans, to assume the females lower, controllable or even, power-less. Why after aeons of civilisation are we yet to assume an existence of equality within species?

Until recently, when my inner dialogue answered, pointing fingers at nature itself. Nature created life to be competitive, authoritative, fierce and shrewd, not harmonius (sadly). Nature began with an intrinsic divide within species, within communities. Until we humans, decided to question this disparity, to question our birth and lineage. Until we, humans, evolved with a conscience, to feel, to ask, to change.

Perhaps, the ability to perceive and feel, helps us fight our ancestry and emerge a new form of existence, with love, togetherness and abundance to share.

Of course, these thoughts aren’t complete, and I have several arguments for and against each word I typed in this post. These just helped me dislike my species slightly lesser than usual.