Mr. Otter

Sometimes, being an otter gets to be too much. You’d think that it was all carefree swimming around, chasing fish, playing tag, sleeping a lot, sharing crawdads with your friends, laughing with your family, chillin by the stream – and it is all that. But sometimes I wonder about my place in the universe. You know? I look up at that infinite space. I think about my limited time and what it all means in the bigger stream of history. The ever expanding universe…

It can be overwhelming to think that my life doesn’t REALLY matter. That we’re all here just briefly, so what’s the point? Am I actually living the life I’m supposed to? Should I be doing more?

I watch the beavers and think: “Man, those guys are really productive. They seem to have real purpose.” But ultimately, time will wipe away those dams. And personally, I think they’re over compensating for having goofy tails and big teeth. They know we have they’re pretty funny looking. Have you ever met a beaver? They’re pretty full of themselves. I believe I animals with a big egos are overcompensating for their insecurities. Instead of dealing with their internal turmoil, they project to the world an image that they’re just fine. More than fine. Damn fine. They may look awesome, but it’s pretty transparent. I’m still be happy to hang with them, but they don’t know how to unwind, and the arrogance gets old quickly.

So maybe I don’t spend all day measuring sticks, but we’re all gonna die. That’s all I’m saying. And when that day comes, do you want to look back and remember perfect sticks, or reflect on the love you shared with family and friends?`