If I Were a Squirrel
I often sit outside on my patio and look down at the squirrels below. I watch as they scurry around, sometimes foraging for food and other times playing with other nearby squirrels. I watch as they climb up and down trees, leaping from one branch to another. And as I sit there, drinking my coffee, I think to myself, if only I were a squirrel.
If I were a squirrel, I would wake up at the crack of dawn and peak out from my drey, composed of sticks and twigs and a lining of moss for comfort. And I would breathe in the smell of wet dew dripping from the grass as I traverse down my tree, fully prepared to spend most of the day foraging for food.
Other squirrels would also be out and about, foraging for food, cheerfully throwing taunts my way. I would do my best to ignore them but would eventually give in due to my nature. So we'd chase each other, back and forth, up and down trees, leaping from one branch to another as others joined in, as is their nature.
Eventually, I might spot an acorn or overgrown fungi, and it would remind me of my growing hunger. So I'd snatch it up, still taunting my neighbors by saying, "look what I found! Finders keepers!" And they would chase me, admittedly, envious of what I found — as is their nature.
As the sun reaches the highest in the sky, the other squirrels and I would carry away at our duties, foraging for food and other things capable of improving our shelter. Of course, we would still occasionally throw cheerful taunts at one another, but all the while committed to fulfilling our duty as squirrels.
Eat, play, sleep, survive. That is the life of a squirrel. And yet, when it comes to our own lives, do you not see the similarity? As humans, our judgments can become clouded by the conformity of everyday life. We work to pay the bills, praying for a better tomorrow while avoiding the simplicity of everyday life.
If only we can learn to treat work as play, discard the shallow, and focus on the profound — the things that matter most — then wouldn't life be as that of a squirrel? Pure, innocent, peaceful, and full of life.
And it is true that even squirrels have predators, but do not we? Politicians, government, and even other civilians can become corrupt with the sole intention of taking away your peace. Yet, even then, I do not see a squirrel riddled with anxiety or fear. But instead, I see a mammal conforming with nature and everyday life. So then should we too, as mammals, learn to adapt and confirm our minds with nature.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I am taking a break from my usual writing style and plan on writing more stuff like this. What are your thoughts? Comments are appreciated. Thanks!