Be the bird who flies away.
Last night my mom saw a bird out by our fish pond. We don’t know what kind of bird, but some kind of marshbird.
She got all excited about it. We all stared at it for about a minute, and then it flew off.
This morning, my mom goes out to the fish pond and can’t find any of the fish. They don’t come up to the top for food, or some out from under the rocks when she moves them around. Nothing.
The bird ate all the fish. There may be two that survived. She doesn’t think the bird is so cool now.
I think this is probably an appropriate analogy for life.