I watch the fly, performing aerial acrobatics, flying carelessly, looping and turning in the air. Then SPLAT! The tiny insect ceases to exist, slaughtered by the tight grasp of my hands clamped together in feelings of hatred. I envy the life of that fly. So simple, so carefree. No emotions, no expectations, no rules.
That fly did not have to encounter numerous hurdles in her life, she was born as a maggot, evolved into a fly, and then in a brief moment, a millisecond her tedious life was taken from her. …
