The Death of the Moth: Study of Life's Challenges

Introduction

“The plough was already scoring the field opposite the window, and where the share had been, the earth was pressed flat and gleamed with moisture.”

The book The Death of the Moth, by Virginia Woolf, is a high imagination book which has a lot of detail part before the author reaches into what she wanted the readers to know. The book is divided into twenty nine stories, and the stories are separated into many different kinds of thing which makes this book become more and more popular and is known by many people around this world. The Death of the Moth is the second story that shows about the exploration of the inevitable struggle between life and death, and it is as simple as illustrations using simple or no complex language or difficult vocabulary.

Changing Environment in The Death of the Moth

The author tells the story by describing everything that is going on,which makes it more or less unnecessary for the readers to be able to read to understand what is going on in the story. The author begins with a perfectly mild mid-september. The earth is wet and gleamed with moisture. Both human and animals are comforted by the setting, but this enjoyable moment is fleeting. Everything has changed from what it was in just a short period of time. Life becomes more and more challenge and struggled. Many unexpected things will come and we all have to face it all one by one, but it is also help people and animals to grow and become more stronger.

I really enjoyed how she described the environment that surrounding by since we never noticed how beautiful it was. The way she explained about the weather between summer and fall made me feel like I was stuck inside of her book and never wished to get out. I now wish that I could have stayed in the blissful summery day brought on at the beginning of the story. But that is not reality.

At first, not much thought is wasted on the simple life of this moth, but as the observation endures, I being to develop a sense of pit. My sympathy for the moth starts to grow. The moth begins to slow and refrains from constant fluttering and rests for a moment. Each effort becomes weaker and weaker from the past. The dancing reduces to staggered movements and failed attempts at flight.

Conclusion

We are forced to make the same struggled efforts of the moth, forced to push ourselves to escape the walls built up around us in search of a more satisfying future. Life begins to fade further and further from the moth. I take a moment to notice the stillness of the day now, and ponder the unfortunate inevitability of life.