“If I would have been a pigeon”

“If I would have been a pigeon”, while walking to my way home; the thought resurfaced my mind. It’s not a new thought. I cannot recollect when I first encountered it. Maybe when I was a little kid, but I recall appearance of this thought throughout my life. I can recollect however, some of the occasions, I remember the great Badshahi Mosque and the pigeons of it, (when I was kid) which I guess facilitated the surfacing of this thought. I also remember the pigeons around Musjid Alharam who caused this thought in my mind again, and recall the Trafalgar Square, whose pigeons prompted me to wish that I could be one of them. They encountered me again at the Central Park, NY; and yesterday, the lone pigeon instilled the old thought again. In my childhood, that thought was associated with freshness and happiness feelings; mainly that it would enable me to escape school and homework by flying away from it. But there were some notable differences in the aftermath feelings of this thought yesterday. I felt that I am compelled to argue with myself that “I cannot say that I would be happy if I would have been a pigeon”…Makes sense …let me try from another perspective. Let say there is a room… “A Closed Room”... And it has always been closed, and you have never been inside the room. You might have heard some descriptions about what’s inside from some people and you might as well have formed an image of inside of the room based on that information. But you can never really know “how would it be like and what would be the feeling of being inside” until you actually go inside. Same thing here, during my childhood I never thought the things from his perspective, and my prejudice thoughts made me believe that it would be better. However now I know that I cannot be certain about it. In fact one can never be certain about anything, but DEATH.

Maybe you are thinking the same thing that I am thinking …………