My life?

The story of my life began one summer day. this is how it occured..and came to pass.... and came into being.... and happened....and was hence forth.....And......As I walked through the countryside I noticed a small cottage. I longed to live in that cottage. to grow a vegetable garden and to pick fresh flowers for the table each day. To have bugs in my food from the fresh picked veggies..To feel the wet drip of rain as it fell through the holes in my roof...to always feel chilled never warm for the constant shrill breeze that squeezed its way through the mud-plastered walls. The sour smell of sweat on my brow as I tilled the land to make it beautiful and to call it my own. I suddenly came back to the world around me for I felt the eyes of someone upon me. I realized a small goat was watching me. Its beady eyes looked up at me with unemotional strain. I smiled sheepishly and the goat maa'd. I then thought about how wonderful it would be to be a goat. Eating all the time and eating everything. Maa’ing once and a while just for the heck of it. Maa’ing without care of what others thought of you. to shake your little tail at the world as if to say 'you can't pen me up! I am a free range goat! Proud to wonder the endless plains of this vast horizon!' my life seemed so complicated as i stood there and pondered. i realized that all I had accomplished in life was nothing next to the simplicity of the life of a goat. I wished now more than ever to live in that little cottage with all its imperfections. or to roam the great sea of wheat that never ceased to wave its heads. oh to be a stalk of wheat! I could rest in the sunlight. Lazily tossing my golden head of flax. I could stand for hours never tiring. but a wheat head's life must one day come to an end. soon it will be cereal on the breakfast table. And the cottage. What will become of it? It will soon be the kindling in another man's fire. I once again returned to my surroundings. I shook my head and began to walk away. I noticed a little bird chirping in the trees. Oh to be a bird I thought. Free to fly away from life's troubles.blah blah...