Flies

There is a fly buzzing around my room right now. Its so annoying, and as I'm trying to think of a topic for my first blog, i realize that the fly has provided me with which i have sought after for a whole fruitless minute and a half.

The fly, buzzing around my head, doesn't leave me alone...i opened all the doors so as to give him the freedom to go where he wants, but apparently my room is the most favorable location for him. I succeeded in locking him in the walk-in closet, yet he managed to crawl under the door and proceeds to fly straight to me and land on my arm as if to say "ha ha, sucker...u can't win!"--what fly is so smart as to taunt his opponent!?@

Frustration grabbed ahold of me and i looked for a weapon--anything to kill that darned fly. after 19 years of living, the one thing that i have figured out is that flies aren't very sturdy, so i lay my hand upon a hat and start swinging at the fly. Sturdy? no. Agile? yes. As I'm climbing all over the furniture in my room, wildly swinging at the fly, who seems to almost be ignoring my pathetic attempts to end his life I realize what i am doing. I'm trying to kill something.

"its only a fly, there's no need to worry--it doesn't have feelings." I begin to tell myself. True, flies are not on the top of the "most intelligent creatures" list (nor are they on the endangered species list), but why do i have this desire to cease the life of this creature who was fulfilling his purpose--FLYING. Why must we kill everything that annoys us--things that have done us no real harm? I think back on my life and of all the spiders i have killed, all the ants i have killed, just because they were on the wall in front of me. They were not harming me, or anyone else for that matter, they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and i happened to have a Kleenex in my hand.

I think we as humans take life for granted. We needlessly kill living things every day because "they don't have feelings" or "they cant really think". How would life be if every time someone annoyed you, you killed them. Think vice versa...you wouldn't have lived past 3 days. Your mother would have done away with you after you cried for one minute too long. The next time you are walking on the sidewalk and see a worm, or a snail, a spider or an ant, don't needlessly kill it; don't end its life just because you are having a bad day, make every attempt to not step on it and go through the rest of your day knowing what the poor creature doesn't know--that you helped them survive an already cruel world.