I am fully organic. The only thing that’s artificial about me is the word artificial. I am real. I am so real I am almost unreal… bordering on surreal. If you don’t believe my claims of being organic, check my fur… you’ll find the soil I was grown from and the soil of my travels…both of which are just plain dirt… but ORGANIC dirt.
I am so real that I can’t even try to pretend to be someone else. I get so lost in myself, why would I want to be anyone else? Being a squirrel is pretty great. Yes, there are some drawbacks, and some things that flat out stink… but for the most part, it’s cool. I have a wonderful environment in which to live… my ecosystem has just the right amount of eco. Why would I want to be anywhere else? Why would I want to be any less organic? My environment has played a big role in how I see things… and how things see me. Do I think about what I could have been in another environment? Sure, we all do… but it’s a big waste of time. Thinking about the could’ves blinds you to what is. It’s okay to think about it, but don’t lose yourself in the being you could’ve been by ignoring the being you are. Makes no sense.
