Sometimes love does not need to be expressed by words. I Love You, I Need You, I Am Falling For You, are all phrases that are so cliche, it loses its values.
Love is a mutual feeling. When two people love each other, their actions speak louder than any verbal I Love You you've possibly ever heard.
Love is about pretending not to love, but loving is all what we do.
As I walked past a perfectly aligned date palm trees along the walkway to my office, I couldn't help to notice the birds that were happily (they were happy I assumed) pecking the fallen dates on the ground.
Life is simple for them. Wake up in the morning, spread the wings and look for foods, fill up their tummies, and get back home right after.
Nothing to worry about. There is no complex love life, no mortgage, no dumb underlings, no loud sex neighbors, no traffic jam, no bad hair day, no office politics, no keto diet. They have no human silly problems to face to.
But then it strikes me that the birds have to worry about prying cats, about the rain that ruins their nest, about finding foods for their hatchlings, worrying about their babies. They have tonnes of bird problems that we silly human may not understand.
But fuck it. I understand bird problems. I just want to be a bird. Let me be a bird for a day. Then I can judge.
This Bird Needs A Bicycle
23 Sept 2018