Absurdities

I was looking out the window yesterday, just looking and watching the traffic go by, and inside the space where the screen and the glass of the window is, a ladybug had somehow gotten trapped in there. It really made me think for some reason. Like, how frightening would that be to be trapped? Being that small in a world so big and being totally helpless and trapped within the confined space of something as simple as a window. What could possibly be going through that ladybug’s mind? If anything? Does the one-track mind of a ladybug feel fear? Was he panicking at all as he was trying to fly within the gap? His futile efforts of escaping were not working at all. The ladybug kept walking back and forth, up and down the screen, getting nowhere. Still trapped within the space. What could that ladybug possibly have done to get him free and back outside? What made him think that it was a good idea to go in there in the first place? I wonder what his motives were for getting there—what was he trying to accomplish with the task. For some reason, I did not help the ladybug. Does that make me a bad person? I just watched him until I got bored with it. Like he was there for my pleasure only, and when I got done being entertained, I just left him there to suffer. I went back to the window today, opened it, and in the far left corner, the ladybug was sitting. Completely still, unmoving. I felt bad in a way. Like I could have saved his life yesterday, but I did not. If I would have helped him, what great things could he have accomplished while being free? What significance would he have made in the world? It just goes to show you how easily life is taken for granted and how it’s so easily taken and toyed with. Life as a whole is so fragile. Really, one life plays no significant role in the grand scheme of things. We are all so small and so easily replaced.