Through the Window

It was a calm Sunday afternoon. The skies were clear. All blue, not a single white spot or dark gloomy cloud in sight. It was a bright, sunny afternoon.

I stared out into the horizon for a few minutes, and just as I reached out to shut the window, there it was.

A bird. A big bird. An eagle, probably. I’ve never been great at identifying types of birds. It was soaring high up in the sky. Like eagles usually do.

But it wasn’t alone.

Approaching it was a smaller bird.

“Is that a crow?” I thought to myself. The smaller bird was approaching the eagle really fast and in one swift move, I witnessed a little bird slam into a bigger bird.

There was no sound that reach my ears, naturally. But if it did, that would've been a slam or bam. The smaller bird “fell” back into the skies. I thought it was bound to hit the ground.

But it didn’t. It climbed back up. The smaller bird even tried attacking the bigger bird again.

With one sweep of its wing, the eagle (let's just assume it's an eagle) smacked the smaller bird.

My heart skipped a beat.

The fall of the little one began again. This time it didn't rise back so fast. The smaller bird was descending really quickly from the skies.

“Oh my God! Is it hurt? Is it dead? Is it going to fall on someone?” my mind raced.

But it didn’t. My eyes followed it down as it made a bad landing on the roof of a building. I saw another smaller bird pull it up and they went into hiding, or just hopped to the other side of the roof where my eyes couldn’t follow anymore.

The eagle swooped down to the rooftop - really quick. I prayed in my heart that it would just leave the smaller birds alone.

To my horror, another eagle approached my field of vision. “Oh no!” I exclaimed to myself. Luckily for the smaller birds though, the two eagles flew off together, until I couldn’t see them anymore.

Maybe it wasn't an eagle? I hear eagles fly alone.

It made me think about how sometimes we witness things we have no clue about. I can never find out what really happened in that moment. What was the smaller bird trying to do? Was it up for a fight? Was the bigger bird it's long lost cousin? Were the two birds "playing" with each other?

Just like how sometimes we see things from afar (or online) and we think something. We think it's a bad situation. We think someone is attacking another. But the truth... do we really know it?

I'm sure you've already read that story about how a lady inside her house kept saying someone else's house exterior was dirty. One day, her husband went out and cleaned the window from the outside, only for them to realise that the dirt was on their window, not on their neighbour's house.

This "window" situation really made me think quite a bit. Perspective is such an important thing, but we also have to constantly search for the truth.

I clearly couldn't ask the birds what was going on, but if I see a conflicting situation with human beings, and I am trying to figure out what's going on, I will definitely make it a point to ask what's up.

Let's not be too quick to judge.

Let's clean our windows - physical ones. Let's make sure the things we view from our windows (home or on the screen), are facts and not hearsay, gossip or trolling.

What say you?