This whole week there has been a fly beating its head against the big, sunny window in my bathroom. I left the door of the bathroom open everyday so he could get out if he wanted to, since that is the way to the trees and sun that he so eagerly desires. But, he keeps beating his head against the glass thinking that he will get to happiness that way.
I found him dead on the floor today -- he literally tried his whole life to find happiness outdoors, but could not see the big door that was open right there for him. He had access to the trees, sun, plants, dog poop -- He just could not take his eyes off the window for a minute to see how to really live.
Do not be like my dead, winged friend.
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