Written on: June 28, 2017
It was a dark, cold, and quiet place. That was my first impression of the world. My shelter was supposed to protect me as I grew, but realistically, I was trapped inside of it. I tried to get out, but I was powerless.
As I got older, this shelter became more restraining. Light was something that I still had no concept of. The world continued to be dark and cold. But I kept on waiting. For what, I did not know, but I felt like there had to be more to this life. Even if I called out for help and no help came; even if I tried to get out of this shelter, only to be exhausted after so many attempts; I kept on waiting. One day, I told myself, I would be out of here.
As time passed, the restraint became more intense and intolerable. It started to hurt even when I tried hard to bring myself closer together. And I did bring myself very close together.
Eventually, the restraint got so intense, that I knew I would be crushed to death if I did nothing about it. So I gathered all my strength and fought for my freedom one last time. To my surprise, it worked. I broke out of this trap, and instantly, I felt the warmth in the air. For the first time, I could breathe fresh air. It was an unusually pleasant feeling. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and was instantly in awe with what I could see. The world is a beautiful place! I let my limbs stretch, looked up, and opened my mouth as wide as it possibly could as I called out: “I’m alive!”
Instantly, a worm was pushed down my throat, and I felt very satisfied. That was my first meal as a fledgling.
Published on June 29, 2017