When it bites back

Sometimes, a person can find themselves lost in a limitless variation of different possible scenarios.

It doesn’t take much for the human mind to become overconfident, thinking it knows all the ins-and-outs of something in particular or a master of something specific. Even worse, is the know-it-all — we’ve all met one of those before.

For me, a rude awakening (or rather, self-realization) came from a situation in which I was overconfident in my knowledge of Nature and all its mysteries: how to master the unknown.

I felt like a kid in a snowglobe shop, quickly snapped back to reality with a jerk on my arm, right before my fingers touched the precious glass.

“Look with your eyes, not your hands!”, or “If you break it we have to buy it!”

My strong connection and knowledge of the forces and energies around me led me to ignorantly disregard my place as a specific part of the entire circle and the whole picture. I grew too confident in my ability to harness these energies and the ability to summon my inner Creator.

Yes, we are all connected in one grand cosmic inner soul of existence, but we still have our individual spots in the chain. Our feet can step on and kill an ant — but a dog could chomp your hand to little pieces in the blink of an eye.

And that is exactly what happened to me.

I almost lost a pinky finger to the strict, reminder “back hand” of Nature. This wasn’t an interaction with Mother Nature herself, rather a brother: my brother-in-nature: a dog.

He could have bit my finger off completely — but he didn’t. He bit me hard enough; however, that I could hear words under his bark and bite, leaving me with a Franken-finger reminder of the moment when I felt superior to an animal.
People are prone to feel sorry for themselves and play victim to the tribulations they face, inconsiderate of the fact that we all face tribulation. For me, this experience was an opportunity to open my mind and heart even further in the understandings of which I thought I had about Nature and my fellow counterparts — instead of blaming them.

My overbearance and overconfidence of my connection to Nature endangered me as I ignored my place. I was lost in the bounty of my acquired wisdom, and instead of respecting it and honouring it I tried to control it. In that single moment when the dog bit me, I think I thought I was better than him and knew him, when in fact I didn’t know anything at all about his soul.

And that’s why he bit me.

Wouldn’t you bite too? … I’m almost certain I would.

Signed: put back in her place, from the Dog House

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