March 27, 2012 ( Scarlet Ibis)

A scarlet Ibis is anything that is red unique special and beautiful. It is also anything that isn't meant to exist, but does. Today, as I reviewed the content of the story, I couldn't help but appreciate its exotic beauty. Although I was extremely weary today and the thought of three more stories waving their hands at me wasn't exactly the most exciting and cheerful thought, I still admire James Hursts' ability to conjure up such a great story to teach everyone a lesson: pride can be a terrible and a wonderful thing. It can give birth to new life, and kill. Just the way blood gives birth to both life and death. I also learned from the story to not apply the image I want from others to others, that will only lead to ultimate self-destruction. Each and everyone of us is an unique individual that should be acknowledged. No one is born worse than anyone else since no one gets to choose where they will land and which families they will be born into. We may have just as much chance landing in that particular mother as Doodle, and he may have the exact same chance of landing in our mother's womb as us. Life really is quite explicable, isn't it? When you really start digging in, the world that used to make so much sense suddenly became a huge question mark. Well, maybe it's just us humans who are overcomplicating thins as usual.