fish, birds, objects and lilies

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this is going to sound really strange.

but sometimes i wish i were a fish, or an inanimate object.

who has no worries or cares.

who feels no deep sadness or ridiculous anxiety.

who just lives every day without the slightest concern for the next moment.

who assumes everything will go according to plan, 

who has no responsibility and feels no pressure

who doesn't care what any other thing thinks about it.

because in the world of fish and objects thinking doesn't happen.

some days this kind of a life seems attractive (sad, i know)

and because i seem to be stuck in the strange thought at the moment, i will close this post with Matt. 6:26-34

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns,

 And yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 

And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? 

And why are you anxious about clothing? 

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 

Yet i tell you even Solomon in all his glory was not arryaed like one of these. 

But if God so clothes the grass, which today is alive and tomorrow thrown into the oven, 
will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?... 
Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, 
for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

maybe i'm not that strange, maybe i'm on to something....