Change is hard.
Best advice that I can give you
Is that you just deal with it, and move on.
Is this our definition of work? Not using hands… to grab things. To hold and to throw. To pick and to rub together with our fingers. To climb a tree, to use legs to clench and to use the upper body to lead through a branch. To swing from it and to land using our arms as a cushion against the ground. To walk boundless without any walls. To live in a spell of peace with sprinkles of territorial quarrels and battles. We now create walls to repel it, but fly over them anyway… and have wars. Massive humans. Massive wars.
What if it wasn’t today; the mid point? What if it was the high point before we thrived and replicated and made so many of us and endangered everything else? That high point where we had more freedom to be just us. Walking, climbing, breathing, foraging, living, dreaming,
Wow. I don’t think
I’m in love
You go through life doing a lot of things;
School, work, relationships,
Vacations, hearing neat speeches,
Learning new skills, that get old
Finding a niche
Forming an opinion
Feeling sad for others; getting annoyed by others
Feeling attacked, developing a case to live
Doing productive stuff while watching the clock tick
When really, there’s nothing that’s truly interesting
… besides maybe flicking a rubber band with the fingers
Or doing the happy baby yoga pose
‘Till it gets old, and then you have to look for other new fun things to do
Like hanging off the side of the bed
Or tracking the movement of the clouds ’till it gets boring, and then you have to move on to do some more unless things… at least useless according to some,
When actually, there’s nothing that’s profound that’s interesting out there. God? Boring. Religion? Blahhh. Job? A waste of time. Relationships? Overrated. Shopping? Wtf…
Licking fingers? Yes!
Monkey talk? Wooo whoo!
Bananas? Uh huhhh!