didn't have the inspiration to blog earlier...
saw a moth (butterfly?) in the kitchen just now...struggling to fly... it was flapping its wings so vigorously, trying to get up again... i think one of its legs was broken or something. sorta reminded me of my terrapins trying to get back on its legs when it flipped over... using its head to hit against the ground. it hurts your heart to say creatures doing such actions... the desperateness shows through quite clearly.
i didn't know what to do... i mean, i was thinking, it's not going to live long.. and i can't exactly do anything about it. but i didn't exactly want it to be eaten on the verge of death... and suffer more. so i went to get a piece of paper and got the moth up on the paper and put it on the table. ahz. beautiful moth it is. it had very nice patterns and different shades of green. i've never actually seen a moth close-up before...
at a point of time, it got up vertically, but fell again...then it did the 'flapping of wings' motion once more. rather saddening.
so in the end i thought ... since it's going to die anyway, why not let it have one last flight or something...and i slid the moth off my piece of paper outside the window. i felt this 'glorious sadness'...don't exactly comprehend why either...
why do people have phobias? it greatly frustrates me when i can't share the joy i feel about some stuff around...