Life is like a squirrel…

life is like a squirrel...bob the squirrel

There’s not a whole lot of explaining needed with this one.  Everyone wonders what life is… and what life is like.

I mean, how can you compare something to itself?  It kind of negates the whole meaning of compare, doesn’t it?  Comparing assumes that there will/should be a difference between the two, three, twenty-seven things being compared.  When it all comes down to it, we’re all pretty much the same.  Some of us have tails, some of us have things that we have to deal with.  So deal with it, right?