Just a few moments ago I watched my dog slowly ease himself up from his position on the floor, stretch and then reposition himself back into a slightly different sleeping position. If I spent my days lying around like that I would quickly feel lazy and guilty then get up and start doing something I thought was useful and productive. But my dog doesn’t ever feel the need to be productive, he’s perfectly happy to just exist. Why can’t I just be happy with that?
If we were to think like our pets we probably would do very little thinking at all. Most cats don’t over analyze the way you just stroked their back or what processed slop you dropped into her bowl. They like it or they don’t and they let you know about it one way or another. Our ability to create meaning out of nothing is quite remarkable but it can get us into a lot of trouble when we apply it to just about anything. In fact, what good is the ability to create meaning? I’m almost convinced it makes me crazy.
The dog is still breathing deeply, curled up in a ball in the middle of the rug and paying no heed to the clatter of my keyboard. I think the two most important things I can learn from my dog would be to look at things as they actually are and know that it’s totally cool if I just exist and nothing more. I don’t need to alter the course of humanity or save the world from a lack of recycling. Everything will likely work out okay, in fact probably better, if I just leave the world well alone and spend more time sleeping like a dog. That and look cute while shedding a lot.