Mothman Prophecy

One winter evening my mind drifted slightly, it often does while I indulge in the consumption of alcoholic beverages. As I sat in front of my computer screen downloading the new Shadowville Productions instrumental from soundclick.com, I felt the urge to urinate. In order to get to the bathroom you must pass through the kitchen, which was complete darkness. Little did I know, as soon as I flipped that switch upward I would be in for the battle of my life. Frantic shadows suddenly danced on the wall, aimlessly batting away. A large moth clinged to the light source as if it were his sole means of survival. Relentlessly flying into the long dual bulbs repeatidly smashing his noggin into them over and over again. It was the rarest looking moth I had ever seen. Dark brown leafy wings with a sunny tangerine torso beneath. Desperately attempting to get into the light blub and achieve the impossible. It was though he was at the gate to heaven surrounded by an invisible force field. I quickly browsed the kitchen looking for a weapon of self defense. A flimsy blue broom sits against the wall directly across from us. Ducking and weaving I run to it successfully and cock it back. Irony ensuses as I consider my perdicament. I'm 6'2, 200 lbs against a moth.....yet I need the weapon? Suddenly the flalling of his wings haulted as he finally finds a piece of the bulb he feels comfortable sitting at. And as sure as I am writing this right now...... he looked at me. Gazing into my eyes with a look of desperation and despair. I truly believe to this day that he knew what time it was. But for some reason, when god or who or whatever created life, they instilled one common value in all life forms.........to always fight for survival until the bitter end. Even if we are 100% positive that heaven awaits, we will not go quietly. And as he stared me down, I would've never believed in a million years that he would be down for the ultimate battle of David vs Goliath. Knees bending and pushing off, he flies direction for my head. Astonished and caught completely off guard I take my swing. He attacks so quickly that the brissels miss and it left me with a small margin for error with the stick portion alone. I completely miss and lean back swiping again. The connection sends him clear across the room and down to the floor. My racing heart slows as a sense of relief jets through my veins. I take one step towards him on my way to finish him off when he does the unthinkable....  This time from the floor as if playing possum, he attacks my face again unsuccessfully. I take a few steps back and prepare for the homerun swing thinking to myself; "Oh yea motherfucker, you want more huh"?! KABOOM! Sending him flying clear across the kitchen and half way across the floor in the spare bedroom. Sensing my opponents weakened I quickly scoot over to him and smash him 3 times lumberjack style as hard as I possibly can. The force I came with was definetly unnecessary but he asked for this. He didnt have to come at me a second time, there was no need. Besides, like I should feel guilty for killing a moth in my home right? Words cannot begin to explain my amazement when I seen movement. Sometimes when insects die their nerves are released from their limbs and they move......but this was not the case. His body was intact and his leg was still moving. I could not believe what I was seeing. This was truly a miracle and I couldn't help but to think to myself......"Wow, this creature really does exhibit a true will to live. After all he has been through, yet he persists. Whatever life he has lead must've been far more kind to him than my own. He must really have something to live for". He began to walk in circles and in a matter of minutes, it was as if he had shook it off.  I figured that the least I could do was release him to the outdoors. I looked around and found a piece of cardboard and attempted to get him to walk onto it. But everytime he got next to it he would push off and begin walking in a different direction as if sarcastically saying; "you've done enough already pal, really...thanks but no thanks". Caught in limbo not knowing what to do, and scared to touch him......I left him alone. Went and took my pee and went back to my computer.... KEEP IN MIND, THIS IS A TRUE FUCKING STORY........I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT EVERY SINGLE WORD IS TRUE..... So about an hour later nature called again. And as I passed through the kitchen flipping the light switch........hes smashing his head into the light again! Not for one moment did I think about harming him, he had already proven his self worth to me. I opened the backdoor and took a pizza box trying to shoo him outside. Finally I get him to land on the box and just set the whole box out in the backyard. The next time I go to pee he is at the light again. He must've crawled under the door and got back in.......he probably followed the light. I truly could not believe this. As I approach him he stops flapping. Gazing into my eyes once again, but this time it was as if his instincts didn't sense danger, nor did I. For some reason I slowly extend my arm and fingers like creating a landing area for a bird..... and he flies right onto it. I have never seen such a spectacle.....it was as if he was forgiving me for my harshness and brutality. A few moments later I gently set him back on the bulb and later went to sleep. A couple days later I see him flying into the light upstairs. Now keep in mind that it is impossible to get upstairs from downstairs without first going outside and walking upstairs. My brother goes to kill it and I tell him "NO"! "Watch this", extending my finger once again he flies right onto it. I tell him the story and he is astonished. Throughout the next month or so I would run into him both up and downstairs. I began to see his beauty....and from this I learned an important lesson in life... "No matter how bad people may want to ruin you for no reason, keep treading. It is in our nature to always attempt survival, and any life worth having is worth fighting for. It is the darkest of nights that bring the brightest days. Life is very fragile, and it shouldn't be taken for granted"

 

   

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