Plain and Simple

Birds.

The life they live seems so simple.

Wake up, chirp a while, maybe build a nest, catch a few worms, chirp some more, sleep.

I sit and look at birds sometimes.

Call me strange; I won't care.

But, I do.

I find them to be a beautiful, delicate animal.

They are graceful in the way that they go about their daily lives.

I find watching them to have a soothing effect on me.

It calms me down.

Allows me to think.

Sometimes I wish that my life was more like that of a bird.

That my life would be simpler, plainer, less hectic.

I wish that I could just go through life without much of a care in the world.

But, that is the problem with being human.

Caring is a burden.

Your heart attaches itself to people, even to things, in ways which are hard to prevent.

You can only let it happen.

Then, life isn't simple.

You begin to worry about those people or things that you care about.

Worry if they are okay.

But, you cannot help it.

That's just part of being human.

I don't like caring about people and certain things, because the worry that comes with caring burdens me and my life is never how I would like it to be.

Like that of a bird.

Plain and simple.

Careless.