This essay talks of the time Woolf watched a moth die. For many, this seems like a very irrelevant event, not even worth repeating to a friend who might listen, much more write about for many more to read. However, when I read this essay, I knew that the author was trying to get a much bigger message across and this message most definitely came across to me.
The author described the event. She saw a moth flying in the daylight, which was not a common thing for moths, and she saw it fall. She watched as this little moth, tried and tried again to get up and fly again. She kept watching and it kept falling, and the author described the event like all was lost for this moth. Then suddenly, the moth, in a final attempt, was able to get off its back, it succeeded! But then, it continued to die.
I think that my eyes were opened by the death of this little moth as the author's eyes were, hence her point for writing out this observation she had made. For me, this moth can be compared to any one of us. We could be small beings which are mostly left unnoticed by the rest of the universe, and sometimes left alone by even our own peers. However, despite how small and insignificant we may be to others, it does not mean that the struggles we face ourselves are invaluable. I think the author wanted to emphasize this. That all struggles, big or small, are worth something, and most especially worth our best efforts. The poor little moth in the story fought to the death to get back up, and even if we live our entire lives never having to face a situation as crucial as life or death literally, we should face each challenge as if it were so.
The author described the event. She saw a moth flying in the daylight, which was not a common thing for moths, and she saw it fall. She watched as this little moth, tried and tried again to get up and fly again. She kept watching and it kept falling, and the author described the event like all was lost for this moth. Then suddenly, the moth, in a final attempt, was able to get off its back, it succeeded! But then, it continued to die.
I think that my eyes were opened by the death of this little moth as the author's eyes were, hence her point for writing out this observation she had made. For me, this moth can be compared to any one of us. We could be small beings which are mostly left unnoticed by the rest of the universe, and sometimes left alone by even our own peers. However, despite how small and insignificant we may be to others, it does not mean that the struggles we face ourselves are invaluable. I think the author wanted to emphasize this. That all struggles, big or small, are worth something, and most especially worth our best efforts. The poor little moth in the story fought to the death to get back up, and even if we live our entire lives never having to face a situation as crucial as life or death literally, we should face each challenge as if it were so.
Honestly, I think that after reading this essay, some may feel like the moth, who tried its best to get up but still died in the end, proved that failure is possible even with our best efforts. This is not what I took from it though. I do not think that this moth failed because it died. If anything, it left more of an impact with its death. The author may not have written the essay if she had watched the moth try and try until it succeeded. We have all heard that story before, and many may already find happy endings cliche.
But this story, the story of that insect, which no one really cared for, who was defeated only by death and not by fear of failure, is the kind of story which inspires one to seek triumph.
But this story, the story of that insect, which no one really cared for, who was defeated only by death and not by fear of failure, is the kind of story which inspires one to seek triumph.
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