Little lives matter
One evening a few weeks ago, when walking along the paved road, I saw a man riding on a bike from a distance. He promptly stopped the bike and reached his hand to the ground. First of all, I was not sure what he was doing. I thought perhaps there was something wrong with his bike. When I walked closer to him, I saw a tiny cicada larva walking on the ground. The man gently picked up the cicada on the back of his hand and released it to a nearby bush. I realized that he was caring for the larva to emerge safely. Though it was a small and subtle kindness that the man provided, somehow it warmed up my heart. Cicadas have a very short life after emergence. But even so, their lives also matter.