I envy the nightingale because the nightingale doesn’t have to worry about all the things that human beings do. They do have to worry about some things, like food, but these things always seem to be given to them. I mean they don’t have to worry about exams and doing well and creating something. They don’t need to worry about creating something because their song is enough and it gets replicated and never forgotten, the sound of the bird lives on. They don’t have to worry about their future or even stupid shallow things like what they look like each day. They don’t have to worry about not having done as well has they hoped they had done even though they spent hours on it.
They can just get on with their lives never needing to worry about anything, blissfully unaware that elsewhere things aren’t as simple as they should be.
And that is why I envy the nightingale, because while I am sat in my room worrying over exams that I am fully aware don’t count there is a nightingale somewhere in the world sleeping.