My pet rock might just have the easiest life imaginable. It doesn’t need food, walks, or even attention just a comfy spot on my shelf where it silently judges me every day. Unlike me, it never worries about deadlines or spills coffee on itself. Sometimes, I think my rock is living the dream, free from all the chaos and stress of everyday life.
But there’s something comforting about having a pet that’s always there, no matter what. It doesn’t bark, meow, or demand anything. Just a quiet presence that reminds me to slow down and take a break. Maybe I should take some notes from my pet rock and learn how to be more chill even if it means embracing a little stillness now and then. Shutdown123