One day this summer marked a special series of milestones of mythological proportions in my life: for the first time ever, like this vigilant seagull, I was perched completely on my own, staring at a monumental decision that only affects me…no parents, no spouse, no siblings, no children, no grandchildren, no in-laws, no neighbors, no friends, no teachers, no professors, no dogs, no horses, no lambs, no governments, no embassies, no colleagues, no employers, no contractors, no priests nor priestesses, no nothing!
One of my brothers said, “Wow, go get a gerbil!”
I wonder how many philosophical essays have been written while pondering the uniqueness of making such types of decision? After all, to quote Robert Louis Stevenson,
“Everyone, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.”
You don’t just reap what you sow. You also sow what you reap.
Spending some time in one of the most beautiful beaches around, I came across a colony of seagulls. They didn’t fly away as I walked by. And they gave me food for thought. As I am delving into the Russian authors, I took this photo and thought of Fyodor Dostoevsky:
“Oh, how hard it is to be the only one who knows the truth!”
The more I walked, the more my lovely colony of seagulls made me reflect. Aesop came to mind.
By the way, I didn’t take the shunning personally!!!!!
The next day I remembered the New York Avian melodrama above. She flew the coop. Or did she?
Dum Spiro Spero 