On Talking and Consciousness

The only difference between not having a conscience and having one is that the latter means having the ability to talk. 

Just think about it – how do people start rallies? How do they fight back? They use their words. It starts as a thought, and then it will be talked about casually in small whispers. But those whispers grow louder, as more people agree with the same idealism. Soon, talking turns to shouting. Shouting turns to war. War becomes a turning point. People’s minds change. A New World will begin.

If dogs can talk, they would talk about how badly they’ve been mistreated. They will have the ability to defend their rights, make us look like we’re the bad ones. But honestly, we are. We cage them, leash them, beat them. We took away their freedom to eat whenever they want. Why? “Well, they’re dogs. They’re not as intellectual or advanced as us.” Why is this so? Simple – Ability to talk. Who knows, maybe they are as wise as us? We’ll never know their side of the story. They can’t speak their mind.

The ability to talk allows us to speak our minds. We speak our minds because there are things in the world that we were careful enough to observe. We have the ability to observe because we are conscious. If a whole specie do not have the ability to talk, how do we know if they are conscious?

How can we be sure?

On Talking and Consciousness


We are choked by the very hands that feed us, even when we do not bite.We are lied to, deceived, and manipulated, all in the name of law and order or worse, in the name of love. We move our arm to avoid the slash of someone’s knife, and in result, we stab others. We shake our heads in disbelief, and think, “No. How could I have done such a thing?”


Yet we do so, albeit unintentionally. It never occured to us that such a petty, natural occurence like fingernails could hurt someone as much as a knife. We forget that such things could bruise, could scratch, and could maime, too.


We all have weapons. Sharpening the blades, or ignoring it completely, is up to us. But we tend to forget that we do have one, resulting to untrimmed nails that grow naturally, that grow sharper with each day.

We have forgotten what we are capable of doing. But that does not erase the fact that we did it – we have hurt someone unintentionally. That’s when the demons inside us arise from their deep slumber in your kindred soul, in your tender heart. They shake your very being with excitement, with fear. We allow them to control us, the adrenaline of it all tingling our senses.


Whispers, mumbles, shouts and screams… They come in different forms. It does not matter for they get the job done immediately. They push your buttons and before you know it, you are their puppet.


It is not you… or is it? Ah! The wonders of perspective. But these demons… Oh, how they love to test. They shall test your strengths, your will power, your faith in yourself. They’ll test the people around you, their trust in you, their knowledge of you, they’ll test their love for you.


Will they know that this is not you who have harmed them, but an inner being, a spawn of wrath and anger? Or will they be manipulated, twisted into thinking otherwise? This will bring out the monsters inside them too. That inkling of doubt that resurfaces when such challenges arises, makes a home inside your mind, and it never goes away.


Soon, everyone you know and love will be snapping at every other person they care for. They’ll be gnawing at every hand that helps them. They will unleash the dark, enigmatic creatures inside them. The world will be full of untrustworthy, deceitful people. One day we will never find the truth. It will happen. I’m afraid it’s happening now.


And yet we still love. We still worry. We still hope. We still care. Therefore, we still inflict pain (how could such a kind person still feel emotionally attached to a creature like me?). We ourselves get hurt (i have to show them who i really am, this is the monster, this is me. I am the monster, and I must show it to them)


Yet, we have this feeling that it will all be worth it. Worth it to suffer our own happiness for another. Worth it to love even when we know they will never reciprocate the feeling. Worth it to keep on living. Worth it to keep on loving. It’s worth the pain, the loneliness we have all felt before.


So if anyone asks, tell them we’re okay. Tell them human beings are not as bad as they seem. Let us welcome them who have not met us. Let us make them feel, too. Let them let others feel. Because we’ll let them think it’s worth it.


If anyone asks, tell them… we’re okay.