Poems and writings

They still think

Why are humans so busy? Why do they have to work to justify existing? Why do they have to be productive all the time, and why are they dragging me to follow the same mentality? Why is it morally wrong to do the bare minimum? Why do we have to accumulate wealth just to be happy?

Look at dogs. Zero worries. Literally just eating, sleeping, going on walks, playing. They don’t have to do anything. They just have to be. Why can’t I do the same? I’m not human, and yet I’m expected to follow the same guidelines, the same life, the same way. All fighting eachother for something that should be a right.

This is not me being lazy, btw. Yes, I like working. I like having a goal to achieve. But that goal is getting money to buy something that should be a right. Food, home, necessities. Why do we have to buy food?

Dogs don’t buy food. They don’t buy homes. They like eachother, their way of society is different. No wars, no homework, no work. Yes, I’m aware that some animals, cats, dogs, are outside starving. But most of them? Honestly, they just have to survive. They don’t have to do anything to get warmth, food, a place to stay. Why can’t I do the same?

All my life I’ve been told that I had to fight to everything I archieve. Because I’m disabled, I’m autistic and have adhd, I’m trans, I’m neurodivergent. I have to try harder, and just keep trying, go on, go on, go on. Why? Why do I have to do that? Why am I expected to try harder than everyone else?

If I was a dog, I wouldn’t have to fight. If I was a winged cat, I could hang out in a barn and live of mice. If I was a Watcher, I would have to just Watch. But I’m living a human life. In a brain that is not human, in a soul of an animal, in a body of a creature. But they still think I’m human