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The Life of a Dog

So, I'm sitting here, thinking, what should I write about? Then, I notice my dog. He is just walking around, not doing anything special, you know, being a dog. I realized then that dogs have really good lives.

The day of my dog is very simplistic. He wakes up, goes to the bathroom outside, eats, and sleeps/walks around the rest of the day. There is nothing he has to do. No stress, no work, no school. Also, they don't worry. They are fine with whatever happens and so there is no reason for them to be anxious about the future. This got me thinking. If we, as human beings, could let go of the stress, the worry, the anxiety, what could we be like? We would be able to do so much. We could lose the stress. We could be happy. Imagine that. If only we lived like the dog, we could relieve ourselves of so many problems.

Now, I realize it is unrealistic to completely act like dogs. That would be weird. Just stress less, worry less, care less. Because in reality, our lives will get better.

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