This morning I was leaving my boyfriend's house and was thinking about an argument we just had. A baby pigeon was in the road, so I went very slowly and tried to move around it because I thought it would fly out of the way or move. As I went on I kept my eyes on the rear view mirror hoping that the bird was unharmed, but I soon saw a smashed little feathery form franticly flapping a wing. My emotions couldn't take it, tears started pouring down my face. I thought, "I did that! I killed that innocent baby pigeon. Why didn't it move? It knew the danger was there!" I suddenly felt like that little bird squirming in agony. I'm in a path that could end up in heartache and I see it coming but don't do anything about. I hope for a different outcome and cling to my present happiness to escape worries of the future.
The world is cruel and can smash us and abandon us in agony. Like the baby pigeon, we see danger coming and ignore it. Hoping for a different outcome.
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