I envy animals sometimes. They live life in the moment. If they feel like eating, they eat. If they feel like sleeping, they sleep. And while they’re alert for danger and will bolt if they feel the need, they return to their relaxed state very quickly. No need to dwell on that last danger. No need to worry about the next danger until it presents itself. They are blissfully unaware that their world is full of danger, and that tomorrow might never come.
We, on the other hand, are all too aware that tomorrow might never come. We are bombarded with tales of impending danger, of losses, of sorrows. It’s easy to become fearful or despondent, especially when quarantine restrictions keep us away from those who make life feel better. We are missing out on today because of fears about tomorrow. It would be nice to be like the animals and live in the moment, not worrying whether or not tomorrow will come.