Save a life with a spoonful of rice?

Life is great and we grow up enjoying the little things that make up our world: parents, toys, food, friends....

Later headed for a career, car, house and safety days and weeks turns into routine steps of a ladder lacking real depth, like a microwaved dinner and frozen pizza.

Don't get me wrong, I am a busy person as well, but some times I force myself to sit on a random bench, look at the people headed for their " life goals" and ask myself: "Are they happy?... Am I happy?"

In moments like this I slowly awaken to realize that busy does not always mean living, enjoying and appreciating life, really.

Seated on a bench I start to see that there are birds. Flying, landing and looking for things in the grass. As I notice them it seems strange that I don't always see them, as if other days they are invisible.

Today few small birds jumped around pocking for food in the grass.

It a was cold and windy and I wondered what it must be like to be a bird... out in the elements, searching for food.

"If I was a bird today I would probably be cold." I thought. If I was capable of evaluating my life as a bird I would be grateful for the brilliant design of my feathers that can glide me through the air as well as keep my body warmth.

I wondered if it would be simple to find seeds deep in the cold, wet grass?  "No." was the response, "I would feel hungry and desperate to find any food." Just a handful of seeds would mean the difference between life and death.

I snapped back, got a spoonful of rice and sprayed the seeds over the grass. 

"This ought to keep few birds alive today."I thought.

I felt like a parent feeding helpless and vulnerable babies.

I was given food by my parents. Giving this few grains of rice made me feel a parent to this clinging to life birds.

"You are not alone," I thought.

I was not alone as well... I felt connected.

No longer indifferent. It felt peaceful, a different happy.

I got up and walked home.

Soon I was back to "normal"...