The bison paddock

   When I first came to San Francisco, at first to visit, I was enamored with this place. The idea of bison living in the local park was fantastic to me, and the reality of watching them do, well pretty much nothing, relaxed me. They seemed so content, that I though to myself, I could do nothing, too.
   Well, I am not a bison, and while the idea of doing very little all day does suits me, the reality of it does not. I get a bit anxious when I am docile for too long (though measured laziness certainly has it's place), and I feel like I have to get up and do something...anything. I've tried meditation, but I find it really difficult when I'm still, so I do it while I'm walking, and I really enjoy it. It's as if something in me has to be active (brain, legs) during the day to relax, unless I'm in bed about to nap or sleep through the night, at which time I am able to relax. I'm always ready though to be tranquil.
   So as I gather my thoughts about this subject, I realize that the bison in the paddock are in a nearly constant state of preparing to relax, so we are in fact not that different after all.