wild things

As I sit at my desk listening to the crickets play their evening tune I reflect upon another day, a day at the zoo with my son. Free day at the zoo opens many doors to all walks of life, creatures excluded. It is a chance to see true human interaction at its finest. I have to marvel at the diverse crowds of people that turn child-like(myself included) at the opportunity to watch nature do, well, not much. Free day at the zoo encourages we humans to coexist, at least for a few hours, in relative simpatico. This leads me to wonder, how does said institution instill this kind of peace that tends to elude our daily lives? Are we no different than the animals that we feel at home in this environment? Are our homes, cars, careers, and many obligations just our cages? We as human creatures are at our core simply wild things struggling to stay civilized in harsh times. Times when impatience and frustration may build barriers in lines of communication. We go to work, we do the daily grind. We make nice with bosses and coddle cranky coworkers while inside we are secretly kicking and screaming and beating our chests. Not unlike our primal beginnings. If only we COULD kick our bosses every now and than, probably not a good idea though. Is survival of the fittest merely our ability to carry on while tackling our daily disasters? Getting up from the mat when we've been beat down ensures our capability to go forth each day with a new attitude and hopefully refrain from kicking anyone. Goodnight world.