Tuesday, 16 January 2018

I didn't choose the pet life, the pet life chose me πŸΆπŸ±πŸ°πŸ‘£

Through my life as a pet I have discovered a lot about myself. I was scrolling through the blogs on tumblr when something stood out to me. The poster basically said I didn't choose this lifestyle, the lifestyle chose me. I can't remember what specific lifestyle it was but this really stood out to me. 
It's certainly a journey when your naturally meant to be a pet. Week to week, through daily life I have learnt exactly that!  I didn't choose the pet life, the pet life chose me. I'm not upset it did and I do adore it! But would I choose that the only way to not feel empty is to be in a cage? No πŸ˜†. 

The reason I know this is because when everything settled down, the festivities were over I just felt off once again. When I feel off I pray and I ask him to guide me. The next day I woke up and I wanted to be productive. Cleaning you may think or getting something done I've been meaning to do for ages? But no me being productive was actually being in my cage. How mind boggling! πŸ€”
This is his I know our Lord approves of my pet life. Not only that he guides me to it. My pet life engages my brain, it removes the mundane parts of daily life and makes it awsome. My pet life irradiates those thoughts of "am I doing the right thing?" "how can I spend my time better?". The reason is because I know what I'm doing is not the norm, it's special. It's something deep inside someone that would stay burried and not be let free. But due to my experiences in life I let it be free, I act on it and through doing that I have found the true deffiition of happiness. 

Daisy 

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