In the morning, most of us are awakend to the sound of singing birds. Some wake up hearing the rooster crowing in the distance or the gawking of crows. The sounds are pleasant sometimes and sometimes just plain bad.
It makes me think of birds in a way. What do they do and what kind of life would be purposeful living as a bird. Birds sing and make some sort of distinct sound. They go about their business flying and feeding. They mate. They lay eggs and care for their chicks by bringing food for them. And at night they sleep. They live the same cycle everyday without fail and never get bored of the way they live. They are happy if they live like they are supposed to doing what they do. Life for them is simple.
Humans on the other hand have it hard. Having brains to think and feelings to feel. It’s hard to run the cycle of living with the need to know what this life is for. Whether we like it or not we live with the tension of routine and trying to understand the meaning of living that routine.
Humans have the tendency to rebel under the predicament of routine. Some rebel by doing something about it and become daredevils, living life on the fast lane. Life for them is to be lived chasing after something. Maybe chasing after the highs. Like in the movies where everything is moving and nothing seems boring. Some rebel by merely complaining and dreaming. Tired of the routine they live but unable to disband from the routine.
I’m not sure if birds ever rebelled, or lived in a different way like what they are supposed to do. But I think, they too will be thinking, when we introduce them to life in a cage (well maybe). But other than that, sometimes I just want to live like a bird. Just live, content with the normal cycle of living like a bird.
But maybe, life lived in the cycle of mundane existence trapped by complacency and in fear of breaking the cycle, is not supposed to be how we are to live.
Although I want to live like a bird, I can’t live like a bird.