Yoo I write philosophical stuff and abt my own stuff. TW: it’s gonna have metaphors for dark things, but it’s not crazy explicit. So yeah. Enjoy and comment and do whatever with this that u wanna do
#Journal
elfin gale
Canine (this is gonna be paragraph by paragraph bcs unfortunately it’s long)
What’s the difference between a dog and a wolf? A wolf is regal, manipulative, calculated and wild, a feral that’s kept under a majestic poise. They run the woods and put an end to their prey as they please. They are a symbol of many things: togetherness, lies, a majestic beast. People admire wolves– people want to be wolves. Dogs aren’t as fortunate. They are domesticated, trapped in cages, beaten and taken down when they bite. They are slaves to become trophies and barred from their own instincts. They’re pitiful, whimpering, sloppy creatures. To be called a dog is an insult. No reasonable person would want to be a dog. It’s ironic really, to cage one and free the other. The same teeth, the same bite separated by our own domestication, and punished for not following that unnatural order we have bestowed. But still from afar, in the dim of the moonlight, you cannot see the difference. You can convince many people that a dog is really a wolf, so long as it knows how to walk. If you teach a dog to hunt, they are no different from a wolf– so long as they aren’t caged and bound and taken down the way dogs naturally are. The only difference is our own expectations.
By now you’re probably going on and on about why I’m mentioning all these canine creatures, talking about their own mortality and if it’s right to put an end to them. I simply think they both show two sides of the same coin: an urge, a desire, a want to control. The difference is what we suppress. When you suppress your drive and your goal and not let it be known, not chase it, you’re nothing more than a dog who caged themselves. Frantic, panicking behind iron bars. That said, I’m not claiming it to be bad– in fact sometimes it’s needed. Sometimes a dog is too barbaric. Sometimes you need to cage, or even put an end to a dog, as is my case. But it doesn’t mean that you’re any less trapped. In fact, you tend to be worse off once you put that dog down– you can conquer it when it’s gone. My point stands though- you can’t always tell the difference between a dog and a wolf, only when it’s bred into submission. Lots of dogs look and act like wolves all the same.
Furthermore- the only time the difference is obvious then, is when you see the dog go mad, losing its temperament. Dogs are not shown the wild, they cannot control themselves once their anger and urges get the better of them. That’s why dogs lash out more than wolves. That is also why when a dog lashes out, it is the right time to put it down. A creature with no self control has no place in our society! It’s a danger to us all! And some dogs know that. That’s why they pretend to be wolves. So when their ego shows, you don’t fear that they’re any danger to you, you assume it’s careful and would never lash out in broad daylight. So instead you don’t reach for your defense when you see them, because what you see is a wolf– but in reality it’s nothing more than a mangy stray with a good tongue for lies.
I have a dog of my own- I wake up beside it. It’s big and fluffy, and it’s got sharp teeth and eyes that show nothing but red. The dog harbored many thoughts, thoughts on how harm is inherent, about how they need to be leashed or caged when violent, to keep them away from society and to keep the people safe.
That’s the only solution I have for myself at the moment: cage the dog. I need to keep that rabid, violent dog away from the people so he doesn’t lash out again– I need to put him down.
Yet to put him down would be heartless- a sin even. I can’t put an end to a dog. I don’t have the heart. It’s wrong, it’s me acting as the judge where I’m not meant to, and who knows— the dog could be cured. What if it has a bright life ahead of it, snuggling up to its owner and maybe having pups of his own.
The other side though- it’s violent, dark almost. Such a dog shouldn’t harbor another life. All dogs are sweet but you can’t see the sweetness in this one’s eyes, so maybe it’s the exception. I wonder if there’s an exception to any dogs. It’s likely all its life the dog will only know hurt. A stray, living in constant struggle and living only to pass that struggle to others as well. Should we truly save such a dog? Its teeth– they’re so sharp, so shiny. He keeps saying it’s just genetics but I’ve seen red on them before. Its weaponry. The way he snarls is terrifying, his growling a warning almost. I’m not sure if it’s to scare others or protect them, perhaps both.
It watches me at night. Whenever I’m alone I can hear it howling. Its eyes red in the light, some kind of unseen fear motivating its rage. It doesn’t stop the rage though, I’m not even sure the dog understands that it’s upset. Only that there’s something it needs to defend. But that rage will be its undoing. One day someone will see the dog and take it down, out of fear from its snarling and barred teeth. Maybe that’s what the dog wants– the peace that comes once it’s finally still.