The moon was hiding last night, just barely peeking through the dark silhouette of trees and the wall of clouds that crept across the blackened expanse. From time to time it would wave at the earth below, obviously glad it was suspended well above the chaos, content in its knowledge that it had one huge advantage over earth – it was not inhabited by people. Some days, and today would be one of them, actually yesterday was also one, I have to stop and shake my head at people and our constant need for attention. We are like puppies in high heels and business suits, in a never ending clamor for affection. “Notice me, think I’m cute, give me a treat, pet my ears,” we are all begging, as we wag our way through life. It makes the daily grind a tiring, often aggravating endeavor, as we struggle for approval from people who probably haven’t even noticed us, let alone approved of us. And if they do give us the “better housekeeping seal” will it make a difference, or will we continue to roll over and play dead on command, in hopes that one more bone will be thrown our way?
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