I'm attempting to write an autobiography after more than 15 years.


I am Mother Nature


I watch over the land, sea and most importantly, Earth. Throughout time, I have had watched as those who were left in charge started to grow. As they grew, those under my care started to disappear slowly.

My nephews, nieces and grandchildren were being slaughtered. I mourned, day and night I sat above and cried. Yet will all those tears, I felt that the humans were starting to behave in a unbelievable manner. They were illegally tearing them down, without remorse. How could I just sit above and plead with them? Isn't my tears enough for them to know how much it hurts to see loved being massacred?

Humans really hold little respect for my offspring.

I needed to remain patient as it was always practised last time. Patience is a virtue and good things will come to those who wait. So I waited. And waited. Years gone by and yet no sign emerged that they would start to change their ways. Still I kept on hoping till one shiny day, a tiny group of rebels appeared and started to challenge the dominant humans to help save Mother Nature. Wow. I was touched and aggravated at the same time. Aren't they supposed to be democratic humans? Something triggered my mind. All aspects of life have two sides. To balance the scales; light must be complimented with the dark. Any formation or government will have an opposition team watching over.

But as any minority has been tied and strangled, this rebellious movement didn't have the luxury to escape the guillotine. They were executed but their children supported their movement and it began to grow. After watching them grow for a few years now, I see that humans all have one common factor. Endurance. No matter what we throw at them, they will always bounce back higher with better techniques and increased brainpower.

I decided to upgrade myself too but then I soon realised that it is foolhardy and folly to rise against this unstoppable wave of endurance. They persisted with much determination and gusto that I was beginning to dread the moment I foresaw a long time ago.

Global Warming. I needed something that could help me stem the rising waves.

The Rebel Movement grew, they started to have a following of almost a few million faithfuls. It's nice to see someone standing beside you fighting to save the most precious gift from me. My offspring.

Two Centuries down the years and still nothing much has changed. Humans have taken up a new hobby. Illegal logging. The wars that they waged upon each other were necessary to have abominable amount of lumber to assist one faction to defeat the other. All they succeeded in doing was tearing my children apart. My heart ached to see my children uprooted from where they were. All that was left of my home was blood-stained barren lands. The lands my children were born upon were immortalised with a baptism of blood. Their life stories were forgotten as many whose lives have been destroyed.

Still I kept my patience. Though my anger grew with each passing moment, I still delivered minor reminders to keep them in check. Whenever they received my punishment, the human's unbreakable spirit and ability to unite themselves irregardless of culture, character or status were just fascinating. How could they not feel the pain as I had to sacrifice some of my children as collateral damage? Do they know the pain? No they didn't. They felt it was not their problem. They had more of their own problems. I on the other hand felt like killing them and wiping them all with one gigantic wave that can swallow the Earth in one big SLURP.

When I unleashed my favourite pet(His name was Tsunami) on Christmas Day in 2004, I told Tsunami that this is my first of many warnings to come. Suffering numerous casualties, I felt my message had been delivered with utmost effect. Once again, they stood together and till now I'm wondering what spirit or zest do they possess that allows them to bind evermore closely.

That kept them in check for a while. After a period of time, they were back as usual to business. Illegal murdering of my children.

Presently, they're now planning to destroy my holiday getaway which is the Artic Ocean. And when they finally destroy that, I won't spent a moment's hesitation to drown you all in the pain and suffering that I have endured from Day 1. Not even God will stand by you then because He too is suffering, watching this wretched world bring about itself to destruction.

But He and I had a discussion. The Rebel Movement was gaining momentum. I decided to put Armageddon on hold as they might prove to be useful in turning the tide in my favour.

I'll just wait and see.