The little black squirrel that meant so much.
Sometimes, events in your life can break you into a few more pieces. What you have to do is work with the pieces you are left with.
It’s not always easy. In fact, it’s almost never easy. Then, something will happen that can give you hope; that can give you new insight.
I came back home to Kent today, and the recent events that I ran away from yesterday were still here. I caught myself feeling depressed, overwhelmed, stressed, and somewhat hopeless that things will get better soon.
I cleaned my dorm room. I organized everything, swept, and mopped. Cleaning is just something I do when I’m upset. I felt a little better, but not much, so I decided to go outside and smoke a cigarette, to reward myself for doing something productive today. Anything besides sulking was productive in my eyes.
I walked outside, and there was what Kent was famous for. Something I see everyday: a little black squirrel. It was on the sidewalk, and it didn’t run away when I walked right by it. It was almost like it trusted me, unlike many small wild animals. Most of them will sprint in the other direction if you come within ten feet of them.
I sat at the picnic table in the backyard of Olson Hall where I live. I watched this little black squirrel for at least ten minutes. It hopped, ate a few acorns, and eventually ran up the tree right beside me. I smiled as I watched the squirrel. It gave me hope. It made me happy.
I realized that the beauty of something so unique, yet so simple, and the ability to appreciate it, is really what I wholeheartedly live for. Are my problems solved because i watched an adorable black squirrel? Of course not. However, it was something to live for. Something simple. Something unique. It gave me hope.
Here’s to the little black squirrel that may have saved my life.