The vehicle came to a slow stop at the intersection. I watched pedestrians cross the road, hurrying to arrive at the destination, giving off the distinct vibe that they had to fill every second of the day to feel productive; that there must be a physically tangible result for the time spent on any endeavor. Busy minutes and seconds were allocated as a measure of worth. As a result, time given to quiet contemplation and reflection seemed to garner little value.
Through the window, I saw humans scurrying about. I thought about life, about my life in particular; walking in the park, chasing birds and squirrels, frequently hearing ‘atta boy’ and ‘good doggy,’ playing with my fur friends, taking long naps, getting cuddles, and hugs.
I thought about the simplicity of my life and I wondered if it was this simplicity that brought contentment.
And then I wondered about those busy human lives.
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