Ocean of Storms, Sea of Serenity

[twilightpony]

As much as we ponies put on airs and congratulate ourselves for keeping Equestria habitable and pleasant, we are animals and living things, just as much as any other animal or living thing in Equestria. As such, we make mistakes based on looking out for ourselves first and foremost. We plant our crops to suit us. We coddle the animals that appeal to us. We claim land and resources for ourselves. Like every other plant and animal, we push all obstacles out of our way to claim what we want. We are just better at that than just about any other species in Equestria.

I am not perfect. Sometimes I crave attention. Sometimes I want to run and hide. Am I worthy? Did I brag too much? Why does this bother me? I have books, shelter and food, I should be content. What is this urge to go out and talk to ponies? I am a pony, ponies are herd animals. I am an animal and my nature betrays me. My herd, my nature, my books.

We have made Equestria our pasture and we have to tend it carefully. If we fail, there will be no more ponies. This realm will go on without us, something may even survive and flourish. It would be sad for ponies, but indifferent for what was once Equestria. The rocks bear the scars of all that passes but the rocks know not what they remember. Time moves on.

I must live in the moment. I must not overreach. My closest friends are my herd. My creature comforts are the silences that bookend the turning of a page.

My thoughts are my own.