I am quietly watching beavers swim about on a pond. How simple an animal’s life is.
And how beautiful.
It does not worry about tomorrow, it lets tomorrow worry about itself.
It is completely present. It only prepares only as much as its instincts tell it.
It doesn’t have our accomplishments or status symbols. Cars or houses. Complex and bewildering mating systems. They just are themselves. They just do life.
I wonder, is a beaver happy? Is it ever sad? Does the beaver I am watching now ever feel fulfilled in what they do? Do they even care? Or are they just–them. It’s beautiful really.
-C