An Excerpt From If You Could See Me Now by Cecelia Ahern

I was watching a bluebottle yesterday.
In an effort to escape the living room, he kept flying against the window, hitting his head against the glass over and over. Then he stopped and again started buzzing about like he was having a panic attack.


It was frustrating to watch, especially because if he'd just flown up a little bit higher towards the top of the window, he'd have been free. But he just kept doing the same thing over and over again. I tried to help him a few times, to guide him towards the open window, but he flew away from me around the room. He'd eventually come back to the same window and I could almost hear him: ' well this is the way I came in...'


I wonder if my watching him from the armchair is what its like to be God if there is a God. He sits back and sees the big picture, just as I could see that if the bluebottle just moved up the window to the top, then he'd be free. He wasn't really trapped at all, he was just looking at the wrong place. I wonder if God can see a way out for me. If I can see the open window for the fly, God can see the tomorrow for me. That idea brings me comfort. Well, it did, until I left the room and returned a few hours later to see a dead bluebottle on the windowsill. It may not have been him, but still ... Then I got mad at God because in my head the death of that bluebottle meant I might never find a way out of this mess. What good is it being so far back you can see everything and yet not do anything to help?


Then I realised that I was God on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldn't let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration. Sometimes when people offer a helping hand, it gets pushed away. People always want to help themselves first. "


~ If You Could See Me Now

Cecelia Ahern