A little conversation between my brain and my brain.

My brain: hey, sometimes i just get tired of being a human brain. Work so hard without a clear reason. Don't know if this human want to be happy, or just thinking though it brings sorrow.

Look at that bird, flying in the sky. Such an eternal freedom! So envy, i wanna become a bird.

Also my brain: really, dude? Being a bird isn't that easy as you thought.
They don't need to earn money, no need to work from others like human do.
But look at them.
No such a place called home for them.
They have to find it by themself.
Living by moving, from one tree to another tree.
Always moving around whenever they have to.
Have to find a shelter when the rain comes.
And have to save their ass from the bigger animals.
They live to survive, it's their nature. Though maybe they don't know what is the point of survive.
Everyone has their own problem dude, even a bird. We just didn't see it.
Maybe we saw another people and think "Wow his life is perfect i'm so envy."
But we didn't know what he has been through.
Or what's actually he is concern about.
Just enjoy it dude, everything has their own duty in this life.