Exist

A squirrel with its bushy tail jumps from branch to branch harvesting the black walnut for winter storage. At the lower end of the animal kingdom this bushy tail little rhodent has many predators to be weary of, from the hawk to man himself. Instinctively it lives to reproduce and make it through another winter.I have felt many times like the squirrel if only I can make it through another winter. The cold northern winters and their invisible prison walls take their toll on my emotional spirit. The bare minimum of existence. The world outside the hollow comes with a bit of excitement , over anticipation and emotions that lead to more then simple existence. The joy that keeps me hungering for more."I would rather live to be 40 then exist to be a hundred . "
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