Kindness will save the world. Or it will destroy it.

I was sitting in the dentist's waiting room the other day and I happened to look down at the floor where something was walking. I saw it quite by accident, maybe I was looking at my phone at the time, I didn't bring a book that day, so by the time I saw this thing, it was already halfway across the hall.
For a split second I thought about the situation. This thing was big and looked like a big cockroach at first glance. The dentist's office is on the first floor of an apartment building, a back entrance that doesn't face the street, there are trees behind it, the lindens are in bloom now, life is raging in nature right now, but the possibility that this animal came from outside seems unlikely to me, given the locking door, the stairs and the corridor of the block, etc.
And yet it was crawling calmly along the floor, purposefully approaching the foot of a man waiting in the waiting room with me.
I immediately bent down, trying to distinguish the type of insect before anything happened.

Now perhaps you would say - why do I divide animals into species, why don't I treat everyone the same, if I am so sensitive and want to protect them and safe them so much.
Well, it's probably hypocritical, I know, but there are animals that I kill without regret, and they are the following: fleas (they're not so common anymore, but we've grown up with them), ticks (oh, they're in particularly large numbers with each passing year and I would say that decades ago they weren't so many), mosquitoes (well, you know why) and cockroaches when I lived in the city, especially in the capital, where they are the most numerous.

So, I bent down to examine the insect before anything happened. I really wanted to know what kind it was, even though I knew I might not be able to prevent the inevitable as I thought. I didn't even want to attract the attention of the men (two) waiting with me, but I had to know what kind of animal it was so I could do whatever I could.

Unfortunately, bending over didn't help. On the one hand, because my eyesight is no longer good. On the other hand, the insect still looked like a cockroach to me. Although not exactly.
I started rummaging in my bag. Fortunately, there are all sorts of unnecessary things there, and lo and behold, I found a receipt, folded it to make it more stable, and squatted down.

All this was done in just a few seconds.
I crouched down next to the insect, near the man's leg, and said, "Is that a cockroach?"
I said it as if to distract the two men, to distract them from instinct, or desire, whatever you call it, that thing that makes you act automatically without thinking.

"Well, no, it's not a cockroach", I said, and immediately put the receipt on the floor in front of the animal.

But there was no need for any of this drama, I quickly realized, because both men reacted kindly when I asked if the thing was a cockroach. By then it had already come within a few centimeters of the man's leg.
"It came from outside," said the man. "Take it out there again," said the other.

I took the beetle along with the receipt, crossed the corridor, the corridor of the block, opened the locked door and put it on the side of the stairs, at first it fell on its back, but with the help of the recipe I picked it up again and put it on its feet.
And so the rescue operation was completed.

Then, when I sat back down, I realized something - I hadn't expected this development, nor this reaction. Not at all. I expected the man to just lift his foot and smash the bug on the floor, without asking if it was a cockroach, without saying anything, without thinking anything, just like that. Because that's what men do. Because that's what everyone does. Because in Bulgaria, especially people of this age, especially men, are not interested in preserving anything.
Oh, yes, I forgot, I was in the second largest city in the country, the people here are maybe different than those in smaller towns. Maybe they have evolved over the years since I have not lived here, because I once lived in this city, a long time ago... Whatever it was, such a development was completely unexpected for me, believe it or not - even for such a "small thing".

And then I thought of something else - what if more and more people simply evolve over the years, because I wasn't really like that before either. What if more and more people no longer want to hurt, regardless of whether it's a human or another being.
But what comes with all this - the forces of darkness, those above, are becoming even more active. Because Good cannot rule in this world. And when it increases, the forces of evil grow even more.
Why are there so many wars in the "Age of Aquarius"? Have you asked yourself this very contradictory question?

Goodness will save the world, some people say. But I think it may rather destroy it.🤔

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	Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.

Personally, I am a sensitive soul with a strong sense of justice.
Traveling and photography are my greatest passions.
Sounds trivial to you?
No, it's not trivial. Because I still love to travel to not so famous destinations.🗺️
Of course, the current situation does not allow me to do this, but I still find a way to satisfy my hunger for knowledge, new places, beauty and art.
Sometimes you can find the most amazing things even in the backyard of your house.😊🧐🧭|