It seems like this little fly seeks my attention. With a playful buzz, it flew by my face as if showing off its flying capabilities.

“Don’t worry,” I thought, feeling less than impressed. “I don’t want to be a fly even if it means I can fly!”

I hate flies. And their lifestyle. They easily ruin my mood, especially when one of them is in my room!

I stop writing my awesome new story and rise from the office table. I’ve got a new mission: to get rid of this annoying little creature before it landed on my food. I’m sure it didn’t wash its legs before entering my house. I’m also sure that it landed on some stinky things that dogs like to leave around.

It’s true! Isn’t that the place where you often find them gathering?

I know your facial expression is a witness that you’re on the same page as me. This fly doesn’t belong inside.

I stand in the middle of the room and patiently follow the black dot with my eyes. I can’t catch it with my bare hands, but it gives a signal of danger to the fly.

Fear makes everyone flee.

Soon little identified flying object hits the invisible wall. It doesn't know that there exist objects you don’t see. You’ll be surprised, but you can’t just go through the glass as if it’s smoke.

I use this opportunity. I run to the window and press the curtain against the glass, leaving no way out. The fly is trapped.

Then the reality hits me.

I can end its life here and now. It’s so incredibly easy. Yet, it’s not easy to give life back.

The fly wants to get out. The movements speak loud enough to know its biggest desire — the little creature wants to live.

“You’re lucky I got you on the glass belonging to the door of my balcony,” I tell it and reach out to the door handle. As the door of mercy and freedom opens up, the fly leaves in a second.

I come back to the keyboard, but my thoughts are no longer in the story I was writing. I’m in awe of understanding how fragile life actually is and how big of a role we get to play in preserving it.

I thank God for this beautiful lesson. He’s definitely seen me of a greater value than the fly who received my mercy. I wouldn’t have chosen death so that the fly could live. Yet, God suffered for the creatures of mud.

“For I desired mercy, and not sacrifice; and the knowledge of God more than burnt offerings.” (Hosea 6:6, KJV).

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