I was looking up at a bird today, and I was very envious of it. The only thing a bird has to really worry about is eating and sleeping. A bird gets to soar high in the sky, carefree and not bound by the shackles of humanity. A human has to worry about nourishment, sleep, academics, their social life, their “partner” (if they have one), and many other things. Anything can go wrong at any time, and life tends to not work out so well. In short, I wish I was that bird, carefree and not bound by humanity.
For the first time ever, I just want the weekend to be over. Usually, I rejoice at such wonder, but at the moment there’s nothing really going on.