thinking like a potato

There are days when the urge to crawl out of my skin, shed everything, and somehow reposition myself in the universe is strong.  I know this is a piece of the human condition.  We all experience that uneasy urgency from time to time.  We are not potatoes, nestled in their silent dark pockets of earth, content with simply gathering moisture and developing starches.  We are fidgeting, curious, meddling humans.  We precipitate conflict, create obstacles, feel love and pain, desire things, reject other things, worry, and wonder.  Some days, when my human-ness reaches full tilt, I look to the potato for a bit of perspective.