Life..

Today, as i was happily minding my own business, chatting away to my friends, i heard a bang from outside. I went out to check what it was, and saw that a bird had flown into my conservatory window, and was on its back flapping its wings awkwardly. I ran to pick it up so it wouldn’t hurt itself even more and cradled it in my hands. The bird struggled for a few seconds, but then went limp. I thought it was just stunned and would suddenly burst out into flight after its head on encounter with the glass window.. However after a few minutes i realised that bird was not going to jump up and be fine, it wasn’t going to flap its wings again.. it just wasn’t going to move. I was horrified that this bird had died in my hands. All i could do was sit and cradle this small bird in my hands, it’s black eyes just staring into the bright blue sky. After awhile i had to close its eyes. Having this bird die in front of me had me thinking. How can life be this easily taken? The frailness of life and how easily it can be snatched away, suddenly dawned on me, ironically on the first warm and sunny day in so long. Just makes you wonder, how many people have died at this moment.. considering there are 6 billion people on this earth, how many people suffered? How many people lived a full and happy life? How many didn’t? All this from a small bird, limp and lifeless in my hands.