m r dUCKS

Sometimes all you gotta do is step outside and life tells your story for you.

A week or so ago I did just that, stepped outside to take a leak (I do that a lot here in the jungle of Costa Rica), and as I let it fly, a female duck burst outta nowhere and sprinted by me all frantic-like.

I guess I should let y’all know that we’ve gotta bunch of ducks here on our property in the jungle, so’s you’re not confused as to how a duck coulda come outta nowhere.

Anyway, this particular gal was freaking out, like I said.

You wanna know why?

Well, she had somehow got a big ole plasticky seed bag entangled around her left leg and musta thought that bag was a monster or something. Every step she took that monster kept on a-comin’, so she would sprint this way and then that, all in an effort to escape the monster.

Yeah, she was trippin’, squawking and screaming all the while; and finally, about when it seemed she was about to have a little duck heart attack, that sack fell off, and she resumed normal duck activities.

I smiled and laughed and thought, “That pretty much sums it all up, right there!”

We carry all our shit around with us, scared as hell, and all we gotta do is ‘shake it off’.

Let it go.

We see that it was just baggage.

And not a monster.