Faced
with problems of earning a living, supporting a family, making ends meet,
etc., we might sometimes think: “Oh, how nice to be a bird, free to fly
wherever you want.” But Bob Dylan poetically looked at this from both
sides when he sang:
“Oh, my friends from the prison
they ask unto me:
‘How good, how good does it feel to be free?’
And I answer them most mysteriously:
‘Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?’” |
Is not life for the
birds—as for all forms of life—a struggle for survival? If you could
be a bird for a week—or even a day— undergoing all the hazards birds undergo—the
constant search for food, the inclemency of the weather and the need to
watch out for and avoid enemies—you would probably soon be glad to
change back to being human again. If you expect life to be easy you will
often be disappointed; but expect it to be difficult and you will
sometimes be pleasantly surprised.
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