Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a small, feathery little creature that piqued my interest. Out of curiosity, I walked over to the plot of grass on which the bird seemed to be perched comfortably on, but at that moment, I failed to realize how much the poor, defenseless creature was struggling. I was merely a child back then, 11 or 12 years old, drawn to the sight of anything I found cute or interesting. I happened to come across this bird while waiting for my school bus to whisk me away to another dreadful day of school. To my surprise, I was able to pick up the bird without it flying away, which indicated that it was even younger than I initially realized. It was such a harmless creature, and I pitied how vulnerable it seemed. The bus eventually came and I placed the bird down back where it was and I went on with my day.
That day at school, the first spark towards a deeper understanding of the struggles of life was ignited within me. I had heard countless arguments in my life, but I always assumed that only physical fighting was a real problem. After all, how can someone’s words harm someone else? I was more deeply mistaken then I possibly could have realized. In between passing periods, I witnessed the harsh impact that words can have for the first time in my life. Two kids got into an argument and they kept throwing insults at one another for a few minutes as countless other students, including me, simply stood there and watched. No one bothered trying to stop them, no one wanted to interfere at something we could laugh at instead. As the pressure of being the “winner” of the argument consumed both of their fragile middle school egos, one of them said something terrible that he could never take back. That child severely insulted the other’s mother with terrible comments that he probably only said in the heat of the moment, but nonetheless, every word he said brought forth emotional trauma that had never passed from the other kid’s mind. He cried for hours while reminiscing the times he spent with his mother that died years ago. It was then, seeing him break down in tears in a way that I had never seen before, that I finally began to understand that everyone’s lives are different, and we all go through different challenges that we must overcome in order to continue on living. The complexity of life and a deeper understanding of it had not yet come full circle for me, but later that day it would.
There I was, waiting for the bus once again, except this time, thankfully, it was to take me back home. On the ride home, all I could think about was how different everyone's lives are, and how other people’s pasts can truly affect their emotions and well being. Shortly after I got off the bus, I once again noticed the small bird from earlier in the morning, and I slowly strolled over to go pet the soft creature. It was then that the cruel reality of the bird’s death had dawned upon me. So many questions surged through my head at once. “Why didn’t I notice the bird dying this morning? Could I have saved its life? How could something that looks perfectly fine be hurting inside?” Despite all the questions I asked myself, nothing could change the fact that the bird was dead, because even back then I knew death was irreversible. I left the bird where it was, and I walked back to my house. I pondered on and on about how similar the situation with the bird was to the lives of people. People might seem fine on the outside, but sometimes they carry the weight of immense burdens that others simply can’t understand. Just like the bird was in pain all day long, there are people who feel incredible amounts of emotional pain throughout their lives. Oddly enough, a sense of gratitude began to gradually envelop me as I realized how lucky I was to have been born into a privileged life and have been sheltered from any significant emotional wound. At that moment, I was thankful for the enormous amount of valuable insight that the occurrences of that day had provided me. I was finally able to comprehend that no one can ever truly know what other people have been through in their life, and similar to that bird, sometimes certain pain can only be understood by the one who goes through it.