on the way to work, i notice a bird in the middle of a lane i’m driving in. my car is big enough to clear it, so i didn’t move. i notice the two cars behind me make precautionary steps to drive over the bird and not harm it. as i kept driving, i began thinking to myself of why it didn’t move. maybe it’s wings were damaged, or maybe it was baby bird who didn’t quite know how to fly but was too exhausted to move. i knew i had to do something. so i made u-turn and began looking for the bird with my emergencies on. i’m driving slow, watching out for it, only to come across a pile of blood and feathers. somebody had ran over the bird. the bird was in the middle of the lane, but in order to hit it, someone would have to try. it made me sad, very sad. i felt a bit of anger, too. i called my girl up to vent to her. i even vented to my manager when i got to work. at down times, i stood isolated from my coworkers in the dining room talking myself through what happened earlier. i talked low because i didn’t want to seem crazy and i didn’t want anybody to hear me, but i hope the universe was listening.
good is a concept that has to be able to exist on it’s own without evil in a different dimension.
has to be.
-ratha, 8:32pm, 12.2.17