Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
You weren’t born broken. Your path is the right one. Even seemingly negative, bad, or horrible things serve a purpose, whether you know it or not.
This belief that “Nature is perfect” came into question yesterday.
On Sunday morning, I slowly woke up around 7 AM, perfectly parallel with the sun’s rising. As I took my time opening my eyes and wiggling my toes (to make sure they still work, of course), I glanced over at the book I’m currently reading called Nothing to Do, Nowhere to Go by Thich Nhat Hanh. I’d read a few of his other books and find they all make me feel peaceful inside. Reading the title in bed, I thought to myself, “Darn right! Nothing to do, nowhere to go!”
Eventually, I made my way downstairs. Made myself some daffodil tea. Finally made the home-made chicken soup I’d been wanting to make for the past week but didn’t because of my inability to slow down. Made my way outside to join the party that the sun and all of her friends were having.
While earthing, connecting with the ground from bare skin to raw earth, facing directly southeast in the sun’s direction, I was joined by squirrels, ants, a lime-green caterpillar, a dozen deer, flies (oh how you test me Mr. Fly.), and the bees. There was this vine-like plant with flowers that look like tiny galaxies, and the bees were having their way with it. Occasionally, a bee would orbit around my own gravitational pull.
One bee was wandering around my direct frontal space when she decided she wanted to take a swim in my soup. I noticed her discontent with being in my soup and tried to pick her out ASAP. It seems, three seconds is too long for a hot bee bath. I don’t know whether it was the heat or the vinegar, but she regretted that decision.
The bee’s death made me sad in that moment.
If nature were perfect, why would a bee do that?
Charles Darwin would say it sacrificed itself for the intelligence of the species by weeding out another dumb bee who would swim in hot soup.
The Devil would say because we’re all sick organisms that love to suffer.
I proceeded to think about eating her to make her death worth something. I thought she’d be happy knowing that she gave her self to make me stronger, and I could, in return, pay it forward to serve more people and bees. Then I came to the conclusion that the Earth would eat her anyway.
Observing the world, its nature, which happens to be our nature, I remembered a few things.
1. Suffering and death are temporary. A bee dies. But some other life will benefit, making her life purposeful, even when she has left her body. Whether that life is some bacteria, a bird, or dumb boy that wants to make use of a still bee body. Out of a sad moment that was a death, nature can make something good.
Out of a sad moment in your life, it will pass. (Hint: The more you observe, learn, and grow, the quicker the sadness will pass).
Bad times have a scientific value. These are occasions a good learner would not miss. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
2. Life and Happiness are temporary too. That next life will die too. We often forget that a flower finds nutrients in another animal’s waste (excrement). Bacteria decompose other dead animals to provide food for the flowering plant. Finally, the flower blooms. But it never lasts. We try to make it last by watering it and cutting the stem at an angle to provide for surface area for absorption. Even that flower will whither.
3. The key to happiness is to keep looking at the flower. Life never completely ceases. In the upcoming winter, life will slow down, as it should. Squirrels will be in their holes with all of their nuts. Deer will be taking it easy. I will be sleeping 10 hours a night. In the dormancy of winter, we can remember that life is still present and happiness still available by taking notice of that life when we see it.
The beauty of life is recognizing the flower now, in the present time. The flower is life’s attempt to realize how amazing life can be if you choose to perceive it. Then you remember that the flower won’t be there forever. But neither will death.
Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Did you remember to look at a flower today?
Be the perfect human you are and do it. Although you’re perfect even if you don’t do it.