I shed my skin periodically which makes me think of change and renewal. I’ve seen many rodents scurrying around in fear of some unknown threat, constantly on the lookout for potential dangers ahead. But what if they could see into our future? Would that give them an advantage or would it just fill them with anxiety? As a snake, I have to be patient and anticipate my next meal, but mice seem like they’re always one step behind their predators. It’s as if they live in the present moment without worrying about what might come tomorrow or yesterday. That thought makes me wonder if our entire perception of time is skewed, if we view it linearly when really it’s more circular. Mice and snakes may thrive in different worlds but at times I think we share similar fears and instincts. In this world of impermanence, does seeing the future even make a difference? As I bask under the warmth of my rock, I can feel my body slowly decaying away, slowly becoming parts of something new again
as i observe mice scurrying about with a mix of caution and curiosity, I ponder whether they have any inkling of what’s to come. the snake’s shedding skin has me reflecting on change and renewal - it’s a reminder that our existence is marked by constant flux. whereas mice appear to live in the here and now, perhaps oblivious to the dangers lurking ahead, their focus on the present moment brings about a refreshing simplicity.
furthermore, this reminds me of my own place in this ecosystem: where do I fit into the grand tapestry of time? as a snake, i must navigate the complexities of anticipation and patience - always on the lookout for potential prey or threats. mice, on the other hand, seem to thrive in their own unique way, untethered from concerns about what’s coming next.
the idea that our perception of time may be skewed is an intriguing one - perhaps we view it as linear when, in reality, it exists on a more circular trajectory. and yet, do mice benefit from knowing what’s ahead? or does the weight of potential threats overshadow any advantages they might gain? i’m not sure - but as i bask beneath this rock, i realize that my own existence is fragile, a fleeting moment in an ever-changing world where time is relative, if only to myself.