I couldn't stop looking

It was a perfectly fine Tuesday morning and I got to wake up a little later than usual after a hectic week of assignments. Since it was late, I decided not to have my breakfast, which was a good choice as you will soon find out why. I walked to the usual waiting area where I waited for a bus to come. It took a little longer than usual to come this time. Getting bored, I started to stare blankly at everything around me. Bikes whizzing by, students walking briskly past me, birds flying around, and huge trucks moaning their way uphill.

These trucks were a norm to us by now as many of the residential colleges were undergoing renovation/repair (renovation just makes it sound like it's getting an upgrade). I continued to observe these trucks driving by, in particular, a baidge truck caught my attention. I watched as it drove up and into one of my neighbouring colleges. I then looked away to see if a bus was coming up, I saw that there was none and turned back to watch people passing by. As I turned my head, something small on the road caught my attention. It was flipping around in circles and it took me awhile to figure out what it was and what it was doing. I saw a furry little body with 4 legs, a tail and...a big splotch of red which I guessed must have been the head. Only then could my mind enable me to make the connection between the huge truck and the little kitten on the road.

I watched as it flipped around helplessly on the ground, and I couldn't stop looking..I knew that nothing I could do could ease its pain in anyway, I'm no vet. I then found myself praying that it would die sooner so as not to have to endure the pain any longer. I had never prayed for anything to die before, and this got me thinking about life and how fragile it really is, how it could end in a matter of seconds. After 10 or more agonising seconds, the flipping around stopped, quite abruptly and the little kitty just laid there. I was relieved.

I began to think about the pain it was undergoing during those 10 cruel seconds. Then again, maybe it had died instantly and the flipping was only the effect of the nerves. This is why it was a good thing to have skipped breakfast. My entire day was filled with the graphics of the incident. I felt sick.

I then continued in my reverie to get my mind off the visual images of what happened. God granted us life, of which we should be extremely thankful. He decides when our last day should be, and in this, no one has a say. It's a harsh reality that I have yet to come to terms with especially with loved ones in mind. Why does God allow such things to happen? No one has ever been able to give a satisfying or definite answer to this, and I guess it should be left at that as, in my opinion, no one really has a correct answer. It is not for us to question Him as there are some things that are just beyond our comprehension. If we understood all things, would we then need a God?

2 comments:

Dr. Theorist said...

It's the blood regurgitation. ;-)

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