Did you ever play around with those little rolly-polly bugs as a kid? I used to love how they would roll up in a ball for protection when touched to then, after some time, uncurl and off they would go. Unlike some bugs, you could let them crawl all over you without a worry in the world.
Toward the end of last week, while briskly pulling a cart full of training materials, I saw one slowly crawling across my path directly in front of me. In one brief second I thought, "is it possible that I might run over this doodle bug with the cart I'm pulling?" Instead of stopping to be sure I avoided this possibility, I simply kept going in my rush, looking back just as the cart's wheels accidently crushed the rolly-polly. "Shoot!" Why didn't I simply pause from my hurried pace to be more careful and considerate? Yes, careful and considerate of a rolly-polly. Despite how you feel about these awesome little guys, don't we often get so busy doing and moving about here and there, that we fail to do what we our self would honestly acknowledge we would rather do...like pause for a rolly-polly for instance? I know, it's just a rolly-polly Preston. Yet I wonder if we almost unconsciously treat our fellow human beings just like the rolly-polly, when all we have to do is wake up from our sleep walking, slow down, and just be present and aware to the life around us. After all, why are we in such a hurry anyway? The rolly-polly isn't...then again, look what happened to the slow, rolly-polly. HA!
No comments:
Post a Comment