I ate my lunch outside on my porch today. My presence confused a dove as it tried to land. It flapped its wings for a moment before deciding whether or not to land, then flew away into a nearby tree.
It got me thinking: what’s the difference between a dove and a pigeon? Brainstorming my zoology course I tried to follow the family. I really couldn’t determine a difference, scientifically, between them.
This led me to thinking about the strangeness with which humans regard the two birds. Doves are thought of as a beautiful, peace bringing bird. Highly revered and a blessing to behold. Pigeons are thought of as ugly, dirty and viewed as the rats of the sky. Why? They are, scientifically speaking, the same damn thing.
This brought me to thinking about flowers. My favorite flower, the dandelion, is a weed. Humans hate weeds. We rip them out, we poison them, we hack apart their roots and then poison the hole just to ensure they don’t come back. But, come back they do. Yet we love flowers. Dainty, lovely, frail and finicky. We dote on flowers. We buy them special food, give them special dirt and dedicate a great amount of time ensuring they have the right amount of light and water to encourage them to flower. And yet… still they die.
It would seem, humans love to love the things that require our attention. Those things that can survive… no… those things that can THRIVE without our assistance, have become the bane of our experience. Those things that do not need us, that mock our attempts at removal, we hate them. But the things that wither and die if we sneeze in the wrong direction at sunset on the week of the full moon… those are the things we choose to keep around us. Clearly… we need to feel needed.
Why am I telling you this? This seemingly pointless rambling? Because I think this is also the outside view of the fitness world. Those of us who are strong, who need little help, who can cast our own lines and raise our own sails… we see the glares and hear the whispers of disapproval. Why? Why do people feel this way? Maybe, it’s because they know we don’t need their doting. Maybe it’s because they hate the idea that we are able to live our lives at our choosing. Maybe they are angry that we don’t need their special care or their shoulder to lean on.
Personally, I’m happy to be the dandelion. Always have been.