The cicadas are here.
The cicadas are here and they are hard to miss.
They are numerous and noisy.
The story of their lifecycle is fascinating. They emerge from under the ground once every 17 years, mate, lay eggs, and die within a few weeks. The eggs hatch and the nymphs dig down into the earth where they will stay for the next 17 years…until the cycle begins again.
So, in my neck of the woods, this is their year.
Their presence has caused quite a stir and lots of comments.
Some people find them creepy.
I have to say, though, I find them fascinating.
They have an oddly alien appearance, their lives are very brief, and most of the time (with the exception of a few weeks every 17 years) they are completely out of sight. Nevertheless, their existence offers us humans some food for thought.
We can learn from these creatures.
Cicadas wait patiently, out of the spotlight, for their moment.
When the moment comes, they show up and live their short lives with everything they have.
They make lots of noise. (I am sure they consider it joyful.)
They make provisions for the next generation.
Are we really so different?
In God’s time, I am sure our 70 or 80 or 90 or 100 years of life appear as brief as the few weeks of a cicada’s life seem to us.
We have our moments.
We live our lives.
We make some noise. (I am sure we consider it joyful.)
We make provisions for the next generation.
That’s the way of things.
At times, our lives may seem long.
We assume there will be time to do the things we need or want to do.
Of course, from painful experience, we know that is not always true.
Not everyone gets 70 or 80 or 90 or 100 years.
What if all we had were a few weeks?
We can learn from the cicadas.
Live in the moment.
Seize the day.