My boyfriend and I went to the zoo today and it got me to thinking: I wish I were a parrot.
If I were a parrot, I could fly (the. ultimate.), and (sort of) talk, and solve simple math problems, and have beautiful plumage in a variety of bright colors. Plus, they have a lifespan of a whopping 40 years!!!
And they don't have this pesky abstract thought to keep them up at night wondering if their lives have any real meaning.
(answer: no. But, really, does that matter when you have wings and an open sky?)
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