How free is a bird?
Maybe I'm getting old. Are birds as free as our imaginations like them to believe? Do they spend their day in worry, looking constantly for food, mates, predators, and materials to make their nests from?
How often do you feel free as a bird? how do you decide that, yes, I am as free as a bird right now? A bird, flies about, gathers food, finds mates, feeds its young, watches them fly away, and begins again. Maybe I just feel like I could spend 3 months mating, having baby birds, and spend the rest of the year singing and flying and ... hmmm... I have no idea.
Modern life for us humans is vastly different, I imagine. While being a bird seems rather carefree in my perception, perhaps it would not be as satisfying as the life I live as a person. To be given the chance, to be a bird, rather than a human, what would be our tradeoff? I'm just going to skip over the bad things we'd be trading in, that is and always will be obvious to whoever wants to consider it. So what is left? Music, though it is easily argued that birds have that in abundance. Art, literature, jokes, academics, philosophy, kinky sex, intellectual challenges, and opposable thumbs. So would I rather be a bird?
Maybe I'm getting old, but birdwatching sounds like a pleasant past-time.
Maybe I'm getting old. Are birds as free as our imaginations like them to believe? Do they spend their day in worry, looking constantly for food, mates, predators, and materials to make their nests from?
How often do you feel free as a bird? how do you decide that, yes, I am as free as a bird right now? A bird, flies about, gathers food, finds mates, feeds its young, watches them fly away, and begins again. Maybe I just feel like I could spend 3 months mating, having baby birds, and spend the rest of the year singing and flying and ... hmmm... I have no idea.
Modern life for us humans is vastly different, I imagine. While being a bird seems rather carefree in my perception, perhaps it would not be as satisfying as the life I live as a person. To be given the chance, to be a bird, rather than a human, what would be our tradeoff? I'm just going to skip over the bad things we'd be trading in, that is and always will be obvious to whoever wants to consider it. So what is left? Music, though it is easily argued that birds have that in abundance. Art, literature, jokes, academics, philosophy, kinky sex, intellectual challenges, and opposable thumbs. So would I rather be a bird?
Maybe I'm getting old, but birdwatching sounds like a pleasant past-time.
gujsel:
happy birthday !!!