23 March 2012
Squirrels Have It Made
Squirrel outside my window, you have it made. While I stare over the mountain of documents before me, confined to my chair, you dangle from the limber limbs of that blossoming tree. Your sharp claws adhere you to the wood and allow you to travel wherever your little heart desires. I love climbing trees, but you taunt my limitations. You and all your little squirrel friends dance up and down the branches, your cheeks inflated with gathered food. If you want something, you go up and snatch it. If I want something, I have to weigh the opportunity costs and benefits, the pros and the cons, before legally giving away money or time to achieve it. You can rob banks, stealing the seeds of birds, without consequence. You don't have to worry about anything more than life itself, your small brain focusing only on making it through to the next day. I sit here and dwell on the things that frustrate me and gnaw away my fingernails as I fret about the future. If given the opportunity to trade lives, I may gladly accept that offer. Being at the top of the food chain isn't all its cracked up to be.
Posted by Justin Andersun @ 12:35