What a boring morning as I sit here on my expanding pile, contemplating life, contemplating death, health and all the other issues and questions about life. Like: Why am I alive? Is there a reason for me, an insignificant little pigeon, to be here, existing on my perch, looking down on the world, going out and about, collecting food, eating, using the pile, cooing to other pigeons, laughing, getting upset, thinking (little thoughts only), getting depressed, being excited, being sad (yes ok, crying sometimes), being stupid, being humorous, being angry, being annoyed, hating, liking, getting bored, getting stressed, enjoying the company of others, getting irritated by others, feeling lonely. That’s what happens to a pigeon when that pigeon’s got nothing else to do. They sit and contemplate and try to solve the universal questions and problems.
But I’m just one little effing pigeon out of millions of effing pigeons so what does that mean? Do I have to scrape and claw to get myself noticed, to leave an impact on this planet, to have my name in lights and to be remembered for eternity? Or does that all not really matter in the greater scheme? And what if I ended up as a pigeon pie tomorrow? Would that be my ultimate aim in life, to be on someone’s table so that they could exclaim “aaaaah! That smells good!”, then get gobbled quickly and forgotten forever. Or would I perhaps be reincarnated as that person and that person would be in the pigeon pie next down. Deep thoughts. Deeeeeeep.
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