Life is Fragile, very fragile and delicate. In fact, it’s more fragile than we think. BLUE taught me that. Most of you would laugh at me for crying over this, but BLUE no matter his size, shape, and color was precious to me. Though we didn’t send a lot of time together, I was in love with him from the moment I lay my eyes on him. And most importantly BLUE was a soul, a fragile little soul. Soul has no shapes and colors and appearances. Souls are just souls like you and me.
We are a soul in a human body and BLUE was a soul in that tiny little body of his which was utter;y fragile. I sit and wonder – Did I accidently kill BLUE? the answer is almost yes every time. I trace my steps back from the moment I got him home. I didn’t do my homework properly, I did it somewhat but maybe I should have done more. The instruction given my the storekeeper was wrong. They never told me that BLUE recently had his water change and so I had to be very careful changing it again. My actions brought upon a shock on his tiny body and he left me within the moment of minutes. He had a name and he is remembered.
I have the tendency of loving unconditionally and so I loved BLUE and his death made ma realize about the fragility of every life. We are lucky that our bodies can face adversity, BLUE was not very lucky. He died by the mere change of water. Anything that needs a payment is cheap and we often forget the simple free things that we all are entitled to and we don’t value it enough.
“When we attempt to clear up the mess others have made, or when we love the unlovely, we demonstrate the kind of weirdness God likes. We give the lie to the evolutionary survival of the fittest maxim…” – Ann Benton
That’s life, it teaches us at every step if we decide to learn.