Owls Are Sad Too

Owen the Owl seems to dismiss the matter that he’s a sad boy. That’s such a guy thing to do. To feel defeated and lost by other suffering somebody’s. To be hopeless with their situation because masculinity is seen as strength when men have every right to feel weak or vulnerable whenever they may need to be that way. In no way does he feel any less alone when the stigma around mental illness in males gets violated to the point most just have no trust in the people or world around them.

I want him to not feel alone although he won’t allow his feelings of dismissal get to him. Or at least that’s what he wants to believe. He has this mind made up of wrongful ideas that carry off everybody into believing stigma is welcomed or even allowed.

Owen the Owl feels lost in the love atmosphere. He never loved himself and has never felt love from another. His parents even have treated him so distantly that he feels that there’s nothing in the animal world out there for him.

He likes to hoot in the moonlight. Although he is quiet when he wants to be the sound of his agony can be heard. This is the only time he feels safe. But what is he hooting for or even about? I beg to announce that he hoots for the attention of the people close by. His cry for help in a hopeless manor of needing to be heard. Wanting to be heard. But never actually reaching to the point where he ever is.

The problem being is that all owls get sad but the mere fact that any of them being sad let alone all only presses the fact that mental illness needs to be addressed instead of brushing aside the sufferings of anybody let alone just about any somebody.

One day Owen the Owl brought himself to a thin branch to watch over the view of where he resides. Things like appreciating his world and all beautiful things in it is his way of coping from the unimaginable. His way of reminding himself that positivity does exist and that he can very well be a happier owl as long as his appreciation for his life still lingers on even when or especially when he feels like not being an owl anymore.

He gets these strange thoughts of uselessness and fear every so often that he just wants to let go and be able to breathe without the danger of being told that he has no reasons to be sad or have any kind of emotion that is unpleasant.

Unfortunately for him everybody gets treated that way and for him he gets to feeling more and more alone because no one in his life enjoys or tries to practice having meaningful conversations. Especially conversations revolved around self improvement. Owls don’t like that. Especially when they’re lonely in the day and even lonelier in the night.

They won’t boost about anything detrimental because they’re stuck in the lives of unhappy beings. Owen the Owl knows this already and feels quite the lonely since on his own he wants to thrive for greater things and can admit to himself that better days can be his days.

He just needs to draw out the sorrow from the owl world and then on make his fellow owls witness the greatness that he always knew could exist he just never got to know it because many don’t find it possible to know or live to believe in the greatness that exists to calm us or heal us in a greater sense.

He will sit on his thin branch and question everything around him. “Is it easier being a human?” He wonders to himself at least three times a day. He never receives his answer so he goes and questions it some more.

He gazes through the darkness and makes a small sigh. “Why is everything so off? Why can’t I just be happy? When will they treat me like I’m not just some statistic and finally actually acknowledge the matter that I don’t want to keep being a sad boy?” His thoughts race.

His mind goes in a loop. “Why can’t my fellow owls care about me? I mean I’m not rude. I’m not mean and I’m certainly not selfish. I just wish they would care about my struggles. Them or anyone. To reach out to me and help me remember how precious life is. I just don’t feel loved. I don’t have any friends or any family that care about the world wide sadness I feel in my heart on the daily.” That’s what Owen the Owl cries to himself about.

He doesn’t want to be alone about his struggles but what can an owl do when the rest of his kind suffer the same but never try to reach out? That’s a big question that the answer seems to get more and more distant the more and more Owen the Owl feels sad about anything.