Happy runs fast as he chases something I can’t see. He looks frustrated about missing a target.
I realise it’s a housefly he can see across the glass of sliding doors.
I wonder if the life we lead is a ‘mislife’ or missed life – something that exists outside a glass window, but is unreachable.
Then, I look at Aria, contentedly sleeping in the corridor with no fan or AC. There’s a nip in the air, and she has found her comfort zone.
The life lesson is sinking in.
A question remains – does the comfort zone lie inside me or outside?
P.S. Happy and Aria are hyper-active puppies
Written for No Nonsense – Saturday Mix at MLMM
Creative Experiments and More 
I think the comfort zone is everywhere.
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Wherever we feel comfortable 😀
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A sweet look at life from the eyes of the innocent
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I learn a lot every day from their contentedness. Love, good food and a place of choice to curl up – that’s about all they need.
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And it should be enough for us too, if we don’t have unrealistic expectations.
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True
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👍🏼
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