This is Baruch, our male Red Eared Slider. I rescued him as a birthday gift to myself over 4 years ago.
As you can see, he has taken an aversion to eating greens lately. Nice organic lettuces are his nemesis. Carrot shreds, which he used to fight for, are now left on the tank bottom. The gorgeous turnip green floating lazily in there is probably the best food for him, but he takes only a tiny bite, then refuses the rest. Day after day after day.
He reminds me of a human sometimes. Why do we always refuse that which we know is the best thing for us?
Periodically, I find myself knowingly eating an allergen, because it's only a 'mild one'."Oh, I don't have THAT kind of reaction," I smugly tell myself. Then I ended up in anaphylactic danger Saturday. I haven't had one since. It took nearly having my airway slammed close for me to have that "Ah hah!" moment.
When it comes to life and love, we know who or what we need. We know what to eat to make us healthy. We know where we want to be and with whom. Yet, sometimes the fear of the unknown, or the rebellion of human nature, makes us refuse to do what is good for us. And we end up unable to breathe from the pain (or anaphylaxis, as the case may be), unable to sleep from the agony of kicking away what we really want, and unwilling to admit that we should have listened to our heart in the first place.
Stubborn. I think that's it. Or unwilling to forgive - ourself and others?
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