A Bird’s Foot Prints
Co-existence on The Sand
That day, I went out for a walk by the lake, barefoot on the sand. It helps me feel connected to nature, as if it draws the negative energy out of my body.
I noticed footprints scattered everywhere — traces of people who had walked there before me, just like I was now, lost in thought or simply unwinding their minds.
What I loved most, though, were the tiny bird footprints pressed side by side with the human ones. Small, delicate, carved in the sand just like ours.
They too had been here, pursuing their own needs — maybe even pausing to notice these giant human prints. I imagined them thinking: What enormous footprints! They must belong to those giant creatures who live nearby.
Even tiny, they are noticeable — memories of their passing, just like human footprints. They leave an impact too.
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Maybe not as large or deeply carved in the sand as ours, but soft, light impressions that still prove they were there.
Sometimes, I feel as if my heart belongs to a bird. Have you ever held a bird?
Their heartbeats are so fast, racing compared to ours. And sometimes, mine races the same way, quick and fluttering, like theirs.
It happens when I’m unsure of anything — just doing what a bird does.
Searching, moving, trying to meet its needs.
Taking tiny, careful steps here and there, hopping and fluttering, either alone or within a group.
Sometimes it seems alone, but I notice that when the flock is about to move, it joins them. There’s always a flock of birds.
Sometimes, I think — just be like a bird. Move with purpose, meet your needs, take small steps, and trust that you’ll find your place in the world, whether alone or with the flock.
