Rob, 24, Boston, MA, USA
A few years back, my dog was killed. Not in a peaceful "I'm going to sleep-Marley-and-me-way." No, the dog was hit by a car and died in my arms. For months after the event, I would close my eyes, and I could feel her panting, her breaths getting slower and slower. I loved that dog. But it made me wonder, Why did I love that dog? Here's why. A dog doesn't overwork, she is simply satisfied being her. The simplest things, to a dog, are food and love. A dog is poetry in motion. Rarely do we as people find ourselves doing the very thing we were put on Earth to do. But a dog goes about life everyday doing just that--living its life simply and with purpose.
And that is my secret: Take a lesson from that dog. Eat when you're hungry, rest when you're tired, and try to love just one thing everyday the way your dog loves you. I hope that I am half the man my dog thinks I am.
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