On a cold autumn day, I walked alone along the country road. The air, the distance, and the peace I absorbed, allowing myself to take advantage of being me. I had nothing to do for moments but walk out in the country air.
I came across a hawk; lying alongside the road with an apparently broken neck. I choked back my disbelief. I did not expect to react as I did. My simple life had come face to face with the mighty, and the mighty had fallen.
In disbelief, I came face to face with the parallels in my life and all the space that surrounded me. This was reality, the hard stuff.
Even the mighty fall, no power can take on fate and situation.
It is what it is, and this is where it ends up.
He lay there dead.
He lay there weak
He lay there alone
The universe he came from and the universe he flew over did not matter anymore. It made no difference how he reigned or how he stood proud. In the end, he was like any other…dead and gone.
A cold chill flowed like an ocean through my entire body. So this was it, the true essence of life. Nothing matters in the end; we meet at the crossroads on even ground with the same fate. We all meet up somewhere.
It wasn’t just death that threw me into a spin; it was standing there realizing “the mighty fall” Once strong and happy, I can end up weak and scared. Once on top, it can end up on the bottom. It is not as if I did not know this of my surroundings and world situations. It is not as I was unaware of the homeless, poverty-stricken, the ill, and the disasters that come.
Being faced with a small part of the fallen mighty takes you to bounds and flowing feelings of natural process, we call life, like the hawk, whether it be death, poverty, addiction, sorrow, and pain, the mighty fall, some slowly and some quickly.
We all fall.
Gathering my thoughts, I continued to walk. Finally, I looked up, and there was a hawk in all its glory, beautiful and powerful. I wished him well.
