I just mentioned in the comments on the subdomains for SEO and other musings that today was a slightly odd one. Let me tell you a little story, if you are squeamish then I suggest that you do not read it. And no, I am not kidding.
There was a chicken that came to live in a nice place in the country 3 years ago when it was just a few weeks old. It had previously lived inside in a room with thousands of other chickens. It was happy to find that an hour after being shoved in a cardboard box and bumping about that it was let out to see a beautiful blue sky. What a fabulous place the world it lived in really was.
It was living with 3 other chickens just like it in a small house that had a fenced area around it where it could gaze all day at the beauty of the world. It was given food and fresh water daily and was very happy.
As a reward to the people that looked after it it laid an egg a day for over 2 years. But it had been bred to do this and bred to have a relatively short life as a result. Not that it knew this of course.
In its third year it realized it could no longer lay an egg a day and it was not happy about this and it was a little sad. But, being a chicken it did not ponder this turn of affairs too much and very quickly forgot that it used to lay daily.
The owners decided that as the chicken had been so loyal and given them many hundreds of eggs it could stay with the other birds and still get fed.
But one Friday the chicken suddenly felt very odd. It could no longer stand up. The owners saw what had happened and felt sad and unsure what to do. The Man had killed chickens in the past but felt he had lost his nerve to do such a thing again as it is a hard and strange thing to do. Life is precious and confronted with the realities of such decisions is different to shopping in a Supermarket for food stuffs others have taken the life of.
By Saturday the chicken was still not feeling right and still could not stand.
It did not know but at the same time the owners had got a bungee cord and stretched it over a wooden pallet. The woman carried the chicken who by now was beginning to retreat in to itself as something had gone quite wrong inside its head.
It was laid down on the pallet and its head was put under the bungee cord. Its body was pulled back and then an axe was dropped over its neck and it passed away quickly and painlessly to wherever chickens desire to go once the shed their mortal coils.
And now I feel weird.
Life is very fleeting. To take a life, even that of a humble yet loyal chicken is a serious matter and not one to take lightly. But the reality is that ending suffering is actually better than allowing an animal to carry on when things will only ever get worse.
Life is short Dudes, very short. There are a million and one ways for it to get messed up and before we know it it is game over and you look back from whatever heaven you want to be in and think:
“Shit, and I spent so many of those years doing THAT, WTF!!!”
If you want to do something then do it. If you want to quit your job and do IM full time then just bloody well do it. If you want to live up a mountain the middle of nowhere and have the responsibility for little lives with big hearts then do it. If you want to move to another country then do it. If you have a miserable life with a partner that no longer gives you joy then leave and begin again. Life is precious and short and we should not waste it. I love my life and I love my Wife and the mental animals that annoy me daily (mostly the Dogs).
Anyway, thank you little chicken and I am sorry for what I did.