Do you think they call me 'bearly' awake for a reason?

The sight of the koala caught me off guard. It clung effortlessly to the tree, its fur blending harmoniously with the bark’s texture. Its unhurried movements seemed almost meditative, as if it carried the wisdom of ages in its quiet demeanor. For a moment, I envied its simplicity—a life spent among the treetops with no concern for time or ambition. The gentle rustle of leaves above felt like an unspoken dialogue between this creature and its surroundings. It made me wonder if we’ve forgotten how to listen to such silences.