dailyprompt-2079 – the untold Realities

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

The rain elapsed, followed by a slight sunshine. Having been home all day due to the reduction in job demand by the company I currently work for, I was among those laid off till further notice. Cold and jittery, my mind took the greater part of me. It has been raining all through this month, to the surprise of everyone. Where does the hall of mountain sunshine seem to be suddenly becoming a cold water forest? Maybe it’s climate change. Madrid, the center of Europe, has monotonous weather.

What again is this topic about? * Which animal would I compare myself to and why?

I quickly stepped outside the gate to grace the noon sun, which pelted my spirit and soul and had me in the same position with my body fighting over the best position, which was most enjoyable. Putting my face up directly to the rays of sunlight, eyes closed, wishing that I could be made to lie down in my position for a long period of time, though I was only in front of my house building, resting partially on a parked vehicle. Many passersby understood the importance of the sun to me, judging by their looks towards me, of which I paid no attention. Suddenly there was a bird noise, which reminded me of a particular bird back then in my hometown, usually heard early afternoon and evening, a unique one though. However, that is not the type of animal I am or like to be compared with, but I love its gentle and peaceful nature.

Irrespective of your kind,no animal survives alone.

Even as the memories of hunting them for food in the past resonated in my mind, something I frown at currently because I believe that every animal has the right to life. There sit two birds of the same feather, like the usual words (they flock together), but something stood out that had me in awe, even to the point of taking my mind away from these golden rays of sunshine. I looked furiously towards the birds sitting on telephone cables; it appeared that they were young couples or friends of opposite sexes. It was my first time seeing such intimacy between such animals, even in humans. At first they spoke to each other in their language, then kissed passionately. I became confused because I never believed my eyes. Then they mated, after which they caressed each other by picking each other’s feathers, even to the extent of laying their heads on each other. I froze at my position, not realizing how long I had been gazing at these wonderful birds. Maybe the universe was talking to me indirectly about how life, courtship, friendship, and marriage should be, or maybe I am lost in my own thoughts. I quickly ran inside, having enjoyed the sun and the birds’ companionship…

As humans, we are nothing less than a different animal, but whichever you choose to be, or compared with! Let it be with love, openness, and tolerance for one another; For irrespective of your kinds, no animal survives alone.

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Unheared cries of a Dying passion

Even if I’m not a computer nerd, it’s clear that I can’t go a day without using devices connected to computers. One cannot be inaccurate to assert that computers have helped enormously to the growth of human society in general. It will be unthinkably lost and static without computers. I will rarely be heard because I find it hard to socialise as an introvert.

Since I cherish my alone more, not that I don’t appreciate social interaction. Prior to now, I have shared how I lost my early work materials as a result of improper storage, budgetary limits, and unexposure to computer gadgets, as indicated in my work titled **Unheared Cries of a Dying Passion*.

Which I will urge you to read in your free time.

However, with computers, I am able to compose and store my works on my phone, laptop, Facebook, and WordPress, unlike in the past when it was challenging to evaluate and store. Thanks to computers and the devices that go with them. I worked on a lot of articles and lost them all; without proper support and encouragement, my chances of becoming a good writer were rapidly dwindling.

Beggars would certainly ride if wishes were horses; yet, my hope materialised. The instant I discovered online platforms that enabled me to write, store, preserve, and share my works—regardless of how awful they were—while keeping an open mind to feedback, direction, and assistance. Thus, my passion has been reinvigorated by your reading liking and sharing, which I owe to WordPress, Jetpack, and computers and their related gadgets. My life would have been that of Unheared cries of a dying passion.