Interesting little life lesson presented itself to me this morning:
I was on the beach, and a bird appeared unable to fly. With the tide coming in, I became concerned for its life. A few others had gathered around at this point and we made some calls to find someone (animal control) to help the bird.
When animal control arrived, they informed me that the bird was a Gannet, a type of sea bird that only takes off for flight from the water. It was perfectly healthy and fine, and they often come to shore to rest.
We had already pondered about how we as humans were potentially interrupting the ebb and flow of nature by making a call for what we presumed was an injured bird. Death, after all, is a part of life, but as beings capable of feeling empathy, naturally we want to preserve life in all of its forms.
But the bird wasn't dying. In fact, the bird was quite content and living its life, and here we were essentially disrupting its rest.
Granted, the call was made out of genuine concern. But it made me think: how often do we as humans do this in our lives with others too? How often do we try to help because we presume there is distress, but actually, everything is perfectly how it should be?