A short reflection on choice, chance, and the traps we never see coming
Some Days You’re The Spider, Some Days You’re The Fly
Just after sunrise, a spider woke beneath a quiet eave and began his work. Thread by thread, he spun an elaborate web, beautiful in symmetry, delicate in shine, yet simple in purpose. It was not art for admiration, but survival.
Above him, a fly drifted through the air, high on the warmth of the day. The sky felt endless, the breeze kind. He buzzed without worry, believing the world was open and safe, believing nothing could reach him there.
Then, without warning, everything stopped.
The fly struck the web and the air turned against him. He thrashed and pulled, wings humming with panic, but every movement bound him tighter. The more he fought, the more the web held fast.
Exhausted, he finally stilled, realizing there was nothing left he could do.
Below, the spider felt the tremor and squealed with delight. Tonight, he would eat.
Life, it turns out, moves the same way. Some days you are the spider, patient and prepared. Other days you are the fly, caught in something you never saw coming.
Sometimes the trap has nothing to do with who you are or what you did.
It simply exists.
But sometimes,quietly,painfully,it is shaped by the choices you make, the paths you fly without looking.
And yet, not every web is meant to destroy you.
Some, when seen from a new angle, can teach you how to be still, how to endure, and how to grow stronger before you try to fly again.
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