Thursday, January 31, 2013

Quacktastic!

Being a duck.  I wonder what it must be like.

Some days I think being an animal would be pretty nice...You can sleep as long as you like and take as many naps along the way as your little heart desires. You don't have to be anywhere at any specific time - just a specific season. You don't have to go to work. You don't have to pay any bills. You don't have to worry about your weight. You don't have to worry about being presentable (unless you are a male and it is mating season). You can drop a deuce wherever and whenever you want.


Expectations are low. All you have to do is survive.

We humans have complicated our own lives in such a way that there is more that "just surviving." Our expectations are a living, growing sort of document and really are we ever satisfied? The worries are constant. The stress is never ending. We are our own worst enemies and the predators we are trying to protect ourselves against are of our own species. But given the time we live it, it isn't easy to "live simply." Oh to be a duck...
 
...To stand in icy water and be okay with it. To swim in mucky water and find a clear enough spot to go diving for lunch. To shake your tail feather enough to win the privilege of making a little clutch of eggs with a lady bird. To play Marco Polo with your geese friends. And to be the envy of the naked, upright primates that mosey along and snap your picture on their smart phones...
 
C.

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