I woke up really early this morning, around five o'clock, and I laid there, silently, listening to the sounds of the birds chirping. It was peaceful, still kind of dark outside, and the only sound I could hear. I wondered, in that moment, if birds worried about things like sickness and death. I wondered if during their morning songs, they warned each other about staying home or ignoring the world's stressors. Do birds worry at all? Do birds fear? Have they been warned about coronavirus or are they still just fluttering their wings, happy that it's getting warmer and flowers are blooming in places that just recently were barren?
*Undergoes Experience* captures the life of a twenty-something in Atlanta and abroad, trying to make things happen. More life, more love, more adventure and more opportunity to ultimately yield more experience. Thank you for journeying with me.