Survival Instinct
/Simple Sue's thought of the day:
Everyone wants a sense of security. As humans we want to feel like we have some sort of control over our lives. People go to work, come home, pay their bills, keep their home clean and maintained. They do this because it's where we think our control is. The kings and queens of our castles. We buy stuff to fill it with and are proud and call it accomplishments.
But how much control do you really have? How much do you need that false sense of security? What happens when that illusion is shattered?
Me and Alli had the house to ourselves last night. I put me on some comfy pj's and crawled up in the bed with a book to read for a little while before I went to sleep. I was nice and cozy under the covers, reading, enjoying my false sense of security, dogs laying at my feet. We kept hearing something. It sounded like someone was messing around outside. To be honest and admit my humaness, I was afraid to go outside and check it out. Im my head, in my false sense of security, I thought there could be danger lurking outside. So I was gonna stay safe and secure inside my home.
As we continued hearing something, my curiosity grew bigger than my fear so I looked out my bedroom window and then life moved in fast forward.....
I saw flames that filled the front porch. I went out of the bedroom, around the corner to the living room and saw that the flames were just beginning to eat through the wall to go from outside to inside. I went back around the corner, back into my bedroom and grabbed my phone, keys, and told the dogs to come on. They followed me as if they were trained for this moment, Stuck right to my side. By the time we rounded the corner back out of the bedroom and towards the back door, the living room was engulfed in flames, the house was filled with thick black smoke, and all I could hear was shattering glass and crackling fire!
I ran out of the house barefooted and in my pj's, dogs at my side. I called 911 while running towards the garage and putting the dogs safely inside. I watched everything I had go up in flames, burning any sense of control I thought I had.
This morning I woke up to the realization that I've got nothing except Alli. Everything I've ever written was in my room waiting to go in my book, no other proof that they ever existed. My pictures, little sentimental trinkets, my little memory box I've written about in a previous thought. Im wearing someone else's clothes, combed my hair with someone else's brush.
Everyone wants some sense of security, some sort of control over their lives. We fill our homes with things and call it accomplishments. How much control do you really have? I woke up with knowing I have no control, no sense of security, no home, no vehicle, no things. Had my story began 30 minutes later, I would've been sound asleep and not even have a story to share.
I have no idea where I'm going from here, how I'll get there, or what to do. But I can tell you this, the only real security in this life is our instinct to survive. And rest assured, I will survive. And whatever I go from here, I'll go with gratitude and I'll still, now more than ever, give love and kindness every where I go. I know I say this a lot, but I don't think it can be said enough. Life is so uncertain, so fragile. In the blink of an eye your whole world can change. Don't save anything for later. Don't take anyone for granted. The most valuable accomplisments in this world is the love you give, the people who give it back and the memories you make.
By Simple Sue
From: United States