Making friends with seagulls and a duck.

I biked down to the pier walkway in Fairhaven this morning and sat next to some seagulls. Its troubling to think of the lives of seagulls, on one hand they seem so relaxed and have no worries but on the other hand all they have been doing this whole time is sitting, sitting, and sitting. What are they doing? Thinking? How am I different from this creature? I feel more like a seagull at this point in my life than a human, sitting, waiting, wondering what is in store for me in the future, what am I supposed to be doing? What is my purpose or do I even have a purpose or am I simply on this world by chance to live for myself? I made a friend he keeps on diving to the bottom, I think in search of food and then comes up, looks at me for a second then repeats. I have a feeling that my new friend is looking at me in the sme way I am looking at him. He seems to be wondering what I am doing just setting here wasting precious time. He is at least diving to get what he wants. I don’t even know what I want, and if I did I doubt I would be diving to the bottom of Bellingham bay to retrieve it. What a crazy ass duck.