“Just remember
to be yourself.”
Rich Little*
#quote
Today I went to my normal card game thing. There's a tournament on
Sunday. I've been playing with a new deck that may actually work
really well for a tournament. (Most of my decks have had the
misfortune of being “slow” which is bad for timed tournaments)
It's also been one of my best decks yet, maybe even my best. I'm
cautiously optimistic. I've got another casual card game play thing
tomorrow to practice and stuff. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Devoted To Their Craft
Many human singers put all their heart and soul into their songs.
But there are singers that put far more than any human does into
their song. When hikers walk through the woods they hear the most
passionate singers of them all, the birds of nature.
The birds devotion to the craft of singing is not the same type as a
humans.
Birds are devoted absolutely out of instinct. Each generation,
season after season, will sing their mating calls. All at the command
of instinct and nature's necessity. In the wild animals do as they do
for survival. That is their calling. A zoo keeper or scientist may
see domesticated birds free to sing for joy when nature no longer
binds them.
But as any walks through the forest and sees a singing bird, they
never do it for joy as a human does. If a hiker walked through time
while he walked through the woods and saw ancient people, even before
civilization or any sort of comforts or safety, would they be unable
to sing for joy?
While the hiker hikes, and any citizen lives, why do any modern
humans choose to devote themselves to anything? We know the bird
sings because instinct tells it it needs to mate. Why do you do
anything you do?
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