You know I smell a conspiracy of the higher beings in charge of our well beings. Call them Gods call them what you will, but they’ve hidden the very things that matter to us and our happiness in plain sight. It is rather like the wise granny who sent us on treasure hunts all over the house, for the box of chocolates that she had hidden in the basket she kept next to her bedside with balls of wool she used for her knitting.
Sometimes I smell a conspiracy … it’s almost as though we are being tested. “So you thing you are smart eh? If you are so smart, then how come you are not happy? How come you don’t know what really matters? How hard is it?”
Animals seem to have grasped the secret. May be they beat us on the treasure hunt, found the hidden treasure and learnt the secret. They don’t care if their playmates are black, white, brown, orange, grey or whatever. Shape of eyes, noses, ears and paws don’t matter either. Neither do species at times. Love bonding and the meal right now …
Not a bad way to exist.