Death of the Moth
Death of the Moth This week in English class we read ‘The Death of the Moth’. I wasn’t particularly excited to read this piece (I never really am), but this was one of the few stories this year that really stuck with me. This was for a couple reason. One- appreciating little struggles. Although it sounds odd, appreciating struggle, seeing how much the moth struggled to survive made me think about how even small things struggle to survive. Secondly, this made me think about death in a completely different way. The way Woolf described the moths death can be quiet, rather than being loud and scary, which in its own way is much more terrifying. Another way it changed the way I thought about things was how the moth lived in the moment. Although the moth most likely didn’t have much time to live, it worked it’s absolute hardest at all moments, putting in all its energy just to live to experience one more moment. Although it may be a little cliche, it made me appreciate all life, no mat...