Reflection: The Egg

As I was taking my dog out for a walk, I stumbled across this little bird egg huddled next to a tree. Usually when I come across these eggs, they're cracked and shattered but this one was whole. It's funny how small things can make you feel like a child again. I felt all the feelings: excitement, curiosity, and the desire to meddle with nature and raise the bird as my own. Excitement is intoxicating, especially when you think you might actually be able to pull something off like raising a bird. Then maturity settles in, and you realize that not everything requires your reaction. This egg didn't ask to be taken care of or seen; it just happened to exist at the same time I did and I took it upon myself to make it my personal mission to take care of it. It just goes to show that things become personal when you take it personally. When taken at face value, life is neutral. It's an egg on a tree, so what? Add a dash of emotion and a hint of bias and life becomes theatrical. That egg needs to be saved!  Reminding myself that life is filtered through my emotions has helped me see that I have the potential to change. If I can change the lens of my emotions, I can change my life. Emotions are important though; they're what give life meaning and color. Instead of getting rid of them entirely, it's about being able to master them in the heat of the moment when everything feels completely out of control. Attachment to things is caused by our heightened emotions to them. It's a pretty vicious cycle, but one thing is for certain: this egg is just a egg. 

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