A Fly Monologue

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The Death of a Fly It was the beginning of spring and everything displayed its natural beauty. The Birds were perched high above with their backs against that weightless sea, singing a medley of glorious songs. The ducks in the pond swam flawlessly, despite being extremely infantile. Everything seemed to exhibit certain characteristics that contributed to the creation of a fantasy world, yet it was all very real. At half past noon on a beautiful Saturday morning in early March I walked in through the door of my home when I noticed a small intruder, a fly. He sat on the portrait of an amber-brown orchid that was neatly placed on the wall across from my chair. I had no intent of disturbing him, for he was silent and caused me no harm. He …show more content…

His movements became extremely repetitive. He’d fly in front of his reflection and marvel at himself, then mercilessly slam his body against the mirror before walking up and down the glassed surface. I noted his routine similar to that of insanity: repeating your actions, yet expecting a different outcome. It wasn’t until he started to emit a gleeful sound that I was struck with such an epiphany. He hadn’t been expecting different results, he had submerged himself in his vision. I was overcome by a sudden gust of shock. This insignificant critter loved and admired himself, despite the numerous graces that surrounded him. He felt no need to compare nor dismiss himself simply because he could never hope to measure up to the beauties that constantly reminded others how horrifyingly ugly he was. The happiness of the fly was apparent. To such a sophisticated being, such as humans, he was only a menial nothing, but in his eyes he was the only deity. I desperately yearned for a self image similar to that of the fly. He had an unconditional love for himself, though others only mention his repulsive demeanor. Why could I only identify the adverse attributes laid upon me by an unforgiving god. This fly and I were similar creatures, damned to live in a wicked world with limited protection. However, my friend’s confidence only matured with

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