I watch the birds
I sit at the window and watch the birds. I watch them dance and sing and they watch me sit and think. In some very odd way, we are one. Committed to some sort of goal, some reward, some temporary high. As the bird hops from tree to tree in search of a mate, I sit and study the bird. How funny it is to me to witness the mechanized world of nature, the relentless approach of the wind, the pale sky painted with pastel clouds, the dedicated squirrel in search of another nut to hide away. It breaks my heart knowing that so many of us don’t see life this way. We see the sky and the trees and the grass and the woods, walking the path and turning our heads to the ground. How disrespectful to not appreciate the pure raw beauty of the world that surrounds us. To constantly distract yourself with different forms of stimulation, to satisfy every urge, every craving, letting the intrusive thoughts determine your every move. We chase the money, the success, the love, the friends, the fancy material things that will just slightly amuse us enough to keep going. Try for more, more money, its never enough. Now I need nicer things, bigger things, shiny things. I silence the part of my brain that tells me there is something ugly behind our constant need to consume.
So, instead, I watch the birds, and the birds watch me, and for a sweet moment in time, we are one.
