in another life

*source*Maybe things were another life. Perhaps we were rabbits, prancing lazily about an open meadow. Or flowers with deep roots. Or clouds.I'm fully aware that life as a rabbit might be hard (hello prey!) or that being a flower, you might experience an over or under-watering. And that clouds aren't always fluffy, like cotton candy - sometimes they are thunderous and frightening.I suppose it's understanding (well, trying to understand) this life, that makes us crave simplicity (especially in the moments that are so-damn-turbulent and well, trying).Ahh are a beautiful mess and mystery.