I walk on asphalt and face the urban jungle, safe from a natural life that I can’t live anymore. Hunting? No, I buy animals already cut. Farming? Well, I look for the salad that is already washed, because of my laziness.
At least I can swim on the waters of this incredible ocean! After two strokes a seabream greets me with a fin and bites a finger that looks like a tasty worm. This is not my habitat either: I’m a fake fish. Maybe I should have been born a few generations before. Maybe I could have been a sailor or end up in a soup.
What? Do you want to see if I can fly? I should be able, I’m an adult now. Even chickens do some little hops by flapping their wings. Probably it’s the only satisfaction they have.
At the end of the night, there is no more competition: I can imagine my life anywhere and in any form, walking on the waters or swimming in the clouds. I can also touch the stars, if I take life in the hands and leave the rest. Chickens, seabreams and cut animals can’t. Unfair differences. There’s no better way to imagine it than to be human. ☀️
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