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Humans are mysterious beings.
they are always in a rush.
too busy wondering about what god gave other creatures.
why can birds fly and we can't?
we made airplanes.
why can horses run like the wind and we can't?
then came unbelievably fast, beautiful monstrous machines, we called them cars.
yet we still want more.
if we stopped and realized what god had given other creatures, we could see.
trees with their arms extended toward the sky, the branches receiving water droplets as grace descended from the sky in tears.
birds chirp and beautifully sing in harmony with the gratitude of the booming roses.
horses run wild, enjoying their freedom.
their thundering steps shaking the ground.
but one creature remains unhappy.
can't find satisfaction.
why is that?
because we are ungrateful creatures.
they are always in a rush.
too busy wondering about what god gave other creatures.
why can birds fly and we can't?
we made airplanes.
why can horses run like the wind and we can't?
then came unbelievably fast, beautiful monstrous machines, we called them cars.
yet we still want more.
if we stopped and realized what god had given other creatures, we could see.
trees with their arms extended toward the sky, the branches receiving water droplets as grace descended from the sky in tears.
birds chirp and beautifully sing in harmony with the gratitude of the booming roses.
horses run wild, enjoying their freedom.
their thundering steps shaking the ground.
but one creature remains unhappy.
can't find satisfaction.
why is that?
because we are ungrateful creatures.