Yesterday, I found a little bird that most likely fell out of its nest last evening. It was on the side of the road, chirping as loudly as its little lungs could give out, which for a bird that size was very loud. I took it home thinking I could bring it to the animal shelter the next day. What luck! The poor thing didn’t make it as I saw it shake it’s last feathers early the next morning. I am sad.
Yesterday, I found a half used $29.50 gas card that most likely fell out of someone’s bag a few feet away from the little birdie. It loudly called to me with its baby blue background and multi-colored patterns against the lifeless grey pavement. I took it home thinking I could use it later this week. What luck! The poor lost card is sitting on my coffee table. I am happy.
What’s it all mean? Who was lucky here? I don’t understand it. I was very excited when I came home that evening with some extra gas money and a little birdie to save. The morning brought an ending to little birdie’s life. It all seemed so bittersweet. Though everyone rationally knows that things die, people die, it’s not something that registers easily onto our souls. There are a million and one reasons why but I think one big reason that it’s hard to accept endings. And death being such a final ending that cannot be fought, bought, or wrought is the worst offender of all endings.
Thinking it through, I was lucky to have had a chance to help another living thing. I felt very good all the way home. Again, another reminder from this little birdie is to use whatever time you have wisely and vibrantly. Chirp your little hearts out as loud as you can everyday. Luck is what you make of it and you’ll always be rewarded in more ways than you’ll ever know.
