A Little Bird

The strangest thing happened to me the other day, I was walking on my way back to my dorm and there was a bird just sitting in the grass. Normally this wouldn't seem at all out of the ordinary, but as I got closer it just sat there. I walked up to the bird and just stared at it for a while. I wasn't even sure if it was real or if it was injured. I set my foot next to it, and it just pecked at it, so I knew it was real. I then prodded it with my foot, and as soon as I touched it, it took off and flew into a near by tree. I didn't think anything of it at first, but now that I'm sitting in my dorm room at 12:44 am., I'm wondering if it is some sick and twisted metaphor sign from God. I really hope that he isn't trying to tell me something like once I'm finally within reach of what I want, It flies away. As soon as I touch it and get to imagine and dream of what it might be like to actually hold and enjoy what I've worked for, only to have it all just disappear. If so, then I think God is really trying my patience. I have worked too hard for everything that I have right now, to have it all just vanish. If everything I've put up with and everything that I've dealt with to get this far was all for nothing, then I'm really wondering what the point is. If all we ever do is work for something that we cannot attain, why are we working for? The journey? Yes, I know that life isn't all about the end product, or the last note in a symphony. But for once I would like for the journey to have something at the end, something to look forward to. If I have something that I really want and care about enough, then it doesn't matter how hard the journey was. If I can achieve what I'm working for, then everything will be worth while. But if for some far out reason, my life is like that bird, just sitting there waiting for me to try and get it, and then fly away once I get close enough, then I just don't see the point in it. Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions, or maybe I'm just sleep deprived, but maybe I'm right...