I was working today and I saw a bird. He must have fallen from a tree and couldn’t fly and he cracked his head. I didn’t know what to do. I stayed with him for a while. I saw him, at first, from a distance. He looked fine. I prepared for the sadness that comes when a friend leaves when you…
I felt the same way today when I had the misfortune of being unable to do anything but watch as a squirrel ran into a busy street and died. Something about seeing the loss of something so small and innocent makes all the world’s great cosmic injustices seem all the greater. If a little bird or squirrel can’t quite make it, what does that mean for the rest of us?
I know. I just hate that there was nothing I could do to take away his pain. Humans do that so instinctually. We cope with life, pain, and death. But the creatures that don’t have that die, and maybe it’s easier, or maybe it is nothing, but I really just didn’t want him to die alone. But I left in my own selfishness.
It’s really a terrible, terrible thing. It takes all that we humans try to ignore, to pretend like they won’t happen, and puts it in microcosm. Small, innocent creatures die or are In pain every day. So are people. We try to live like that’s not a fact, but then we’re forced to address our own mortality when faced with the end of something we’d normally overlook. How many thousands of birds will you see in your lifetime? But that one little bird in so much pain can change you in a really deep way. It’s strangely beautiful, when you think about it.