I am 'Mother' Nature. Or that's how humans, the most sophisticated of my inhabitants, prefer to address me.
And I have to say, humans are complicated, confused creatures. To them, I am a paradox of a Mother. They have entitled me to unconditional love as well as unconditional fury. A mother who will willingly unleash fury on her children when they misbehave.
What kind of a monstrous mother does that make me?!
Sure, they hurt me, a lot. And the poor beings believe that, I hurt them back intentionally. The more imaginative ones can also visualise me having an evil laugh after unleashing a torrent of misery. Tit for Tat.
But I know what it feels like to be neglected and hurt. I know the agony of pain and helplessness. And I will never wish it upon any breathing being, even if it's the cause of my troubles.
That said, I can't actually blame my children for the paradox. The fury they see, is nothing but my pain. Eons of bottled up pain, spilling out all at once.
The waters, my tears. The lava, my blood. The fire, my agony. And when I scream out in pain, my children happily label me the Devil.
All I want is to be loved and cared for. A little bit of your time, my children. That's all I need. A mother is entitled to that.
So stop hurting me, kids. You are not strong enough to bear the brunt of my pain. Let me love you, the way I want to be loved.
Stop making me a Monster.