It is just plain nature, instinct that all animals are drawn to each other. They so very often alienate the others. In other words, birds of a feather flock together.
This is how Nature designed it and we as humans cannot be removed from it. I’ve noticed this a lot more lately than I have in the past. Well I noticed it in the past as well.
Here is my predicament, what if a certain bird wanted to flock with someone not like them. What if one bird looked at another and decided that certain bird wants to be with that other bird.
What if a duck wanted to be with a goose? A Specific goose, not to flock with the whole tribe of geese, but to be with just the one goose. What if the goose might not have a problem with flocking with the duck?
I am a duck. I am loud, awkward, uncoordinated and kinda extremely fun to look at. Plus people throw bread at me all the time. I eat it.
I float around with other ducks and have a good time. Swimming and playing. Flapping my webbed feet and swimming without any thought of how it looks. Because most of the time it looks ridiculous and embarrassing. Do I care? No, that’s what we ducks do.
I see the geese sometimes. They are condescending and graceful. They float around the pond like they own it, looking down at all us frogs and whatnot. They treat all the other inhabitants with disdain. Yet despite their condescension, they are still quite awkward and not as better than the rest of the pond as they think. Occasionally they have their redeeming moments, but in all other ways not so much. They flock together and they aren’t interested in new recruits.
BUT! Occasionally one goose breaks away from the flock and spends some time with a duck. The duck would be me. This goose comes to spend time with the duck. It doesn’t play with the duck, but more observes the duck like a kind protector. It is graceful, calm and kind. Helping the duck just by being there with the duck.
These actions from the goose leave the rest of the pond inhabitants flabbergasted. Questions circle the pond like “What’s going on between that duck and that goose?” and ”Can the duck get the goose to swim by me too?” or even “Why does the goose talk to THAT duck?”
And as the duck, I am well aware of all this and I am just as confused as everyone else. The goose is graceful, beautiful and calm like a goose, but there is something different. Something special.
Despite how much the duck enjoys the goose, the goose always swims back to its flock. The goose will return of course. And it always appears if the duck goes looking for it. But when the goose swims back to its flock, the duck can’t help but wonder if the geese are all making fun of the duck. If that goose finds the duck creepy. If the goose secretly wishes the duck would just go away.
And the sad thing is, the duck knows that if it left the goose alone, the goose would never notice. But the problem with that is, the duck enjoys the goose.
So I’m currently ruining the laws of Nature. Making waves in the already chaotic pond. This was a terrible idea.Follow @corzgalore