Born, live, school, sort of live, work, work some more, change jobs, work again, eventually die.
Poem for the day.
Connections are fluid
melding between people like water around rocks.
We are different with animals.
We say we're just like them, but we aren't, are we?
We're the smarter, uglier versions
Upgraded with lots of bugs in the system
It wasn't broke.
Why did we fix it?
How is it better to be what we are now;
Slaving and working and struggling
Limitations invisible and all-consuming
Dreams just dreams and mostly unattainable.
Why can't we be like Dogs?
Curled and comfortable,
loving without reason or expectation
Simple kindnesses appreciated
With no agendas or machinations past a good meal and a kiss.
I don't like it here.