Tiny Bug Story

I stood up from my desk to go grab something from the bedroom. I saw a little bug crawling up the window. The window was closed.

I was in a “hurry” because I had my agenda remember I “had” to grab something from another room. But I wanted to let this bug out so badly because I felt sorry for him to be trapped inside my apartment.

I opened up the window with the intention to pick it up and let it fly out where he would have been free.

I looked at the bug and I knew that I wasn’t going to touch it because he would have found his way out anyway. My only job was to open the window for him, he had to find his own way out. He by himself had to go back to where he belonged.

I left the room because I knew he would fly out by himself. Also, I was too impatient to let myself be present and enjoy the journey of the bug because I’m too impatient to witness my own journey. When I came back bug wasn’t on the window anymore.

I thought to myself I wish I trusted my own soul and the universe this much. I wish I trusted that I will always find my way, I will always find the path as that little bug found its way out.

The bug didn’t belong to my living room nor the window, it belonged somewhere outside, his path was paved for him long before it entered the room. He wasn’t aligned to his purpose for a tiny bit but it didn’t change anything. It returned and kept his journey.

I wish to trust life as much as I trusted that little bug. I wish to trust the universe that it will open up all the windows and doors for me and to have trust in myself that I will find the way, my way, my path.

“But what if I can’t?”
“Then you’ll die in the midst of trying to realize your Personal Legend. That’s a lot better than dying like millions of other people, who never even knew what their Personal Legends were.”

The Alchemist

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