The Little Things in Life
Has anyone noticed how some insignificant things just stick with you throughout life? Human beings do not have delete buttons, so we have difficulty erasing those things that do not appear to add to our lives. I believe that when we grow older our memories do not fail. It simply takes longer to process the total conglomeration of stuff stuck in our minds.
Unlike the cartoons of today, the TV shows of yesteryear entertained and subtly educated children about superficial, nice things. We were not compelled to make political decisions at age seven. Our parents supplied our moral base. During the first seven years or so of life, we were somewhat sheltered from the rest of the world. Imagine that!
In any event, I have had this song, Butterflies, implanted in my brain from childhood. It will not delete. I watched a cartoon before school every morning, and a little guy ran around with a net attempting to snag a few of nature’s more beautiful creatures for his collection. He sang these lyrics:
I’m a collector of Butterflies
I swing my net and catch them
As they flutter by.
Horse flies, shoo flies, house flies,
And time flies
But I’m at my best
When I’m in a nest of Butterflies.
Catchy (excuse the pun)? Well perhaps. But I have tried to forget the tune my entire life. The harder I try, the more it plays a constant refrain. I am an animal lover. I am a nature lover. I appreciate beauty. And I wouldn’t harm an insect. Maybe, the little song is not as insignificant as I think. I will push the mental save button and see what happens.
If anyone out there in blog land remembers this song, please let me know. I would hate for this to be my unique legacy to the world.