Driving at night after the rain is a terrifying experience near my home. Every frog comes out to gather on the residual heat stewing within the wet blacktop. I see them in my headlights and do my absolute best to avoid hitting them. Sometimes it just isn’t possible. I don’t feel the impact thankfully. And I really hope they don’t either. It makes me sick to my stomach knowing I likely ended a creature’s life because I wanted to get some fucking McNuggets.
Do they know the risk? Are they unaware of what vehicles are? Just following what feels right, I assume. They likely don’t even realize what’s happening around them when cars pass. I think I’d prefer that for myself. Simple and pure.
Why are we any different? Just because we can have theoretical thoughts and ideas, we’re somehow better than the animals on this planet? We have these delusions of grandeur. To think love is predestined, or that our lives involve some sort of fated path. It’s a foolish thing to believe in anything other than chaos and luck. You are never going to see all the options you could have chosen. Therefore you’ll never know which path was the most ideal.
This idea that we are somehow more important or meaningful than a frog on the street is absurd. We are simply ignoring the headlights.