My, my--what that must be like.
While walking through the city in between jobs the other day, I saw a fallen sparrow on the sidewalk. I lightly nudged it with my shoe, making sure it wasn't still alive.
And then again yesterday, I stumbled upon this dead pigeon on my way to work.....
Were the birds better off now that they were dead?
Never having to struggle anymore, or find their way in the world, or to meet a good partner. That death was their freedom from the harshness of life.
On those days when I'm overworked and sad and feeling alone, how I'd give anything to be done with it all...and finally be at peace.