Sometimes I look at my cat and just envy her. She doesn’t wake up to alarm clocks. No 8 AM classes. No deadlines.
She doesn’t spiral over life decisions—she just wakes up, eats, stretches, and finds the sunniest spot to rest in like it’s the most natural thing.. That’s it. That’s the whole day.
Meanwhile, I’m 20 and confused about literally everything. Career? No clue. Relationships? Messy. Mental peace? I don’t even remember what that feels like. But my cat?
She just exists, unapologetically. She doesn’t overthink texts, doesn’t worry if people like her, doesn’t hustle for some grand future. She just is. And somehow, that’s enough.
If I ever came back as a cat, I think life would finally feel calm. No rush, no noise—just quiet.
I wouldn’t have the pressure to explain myself, or I wouldn’t have to pretend anything. I’d just lie there, listen to the rain, and that would be enough. No pressure, no performance, just being.
Maybe that’s what I’m craving right now – not a big life, but a soft one. A life where rest doesn’t need an excuse, silence feels safe, and simply existing is already enough.
I know it might sound strange, but honestly? If there’s a next life, I just want to come back as something gentle… maybe with fur and a tail, curled up somewhere safe, away from all this noise.
Seems way more peaceful than being a girl in her twenties trying to hold it all together.
