Hamster

We strive to find meaning in this so-called-life; usually to no avail. To be blunt, life begins and it ends. Critical mistakes are made, and colossal triumphs are achieved. I watch my daughter's hamster run around frantically in it's little ball; never quite making it to it's aimless destination. This is such a metaphor for life. People seek some sort of direction, but ultimately they are running around in their little balls; oblivious to the massive, untamed world they are so intent on discovering. I think that if they were to ever be released from their balls, they would have no idea where to go. They would simply run under a couch or crevasse where their lifeless, little bodies would be discovered next spring. As much as we want to explore and experience this world, it seems to me that we all really need our hamster balls to keep us safe. To keep our little worlds controlled. To keep us from getting lost under the couch...