Onetime Silly..

I wonder sometimes if nonliving things are more fortunate than the living. It's a logic, being that when you put a pencil in one place, it remains there for days and months even amounting to years if not picked up. And the pencil wouldn't care or feel any pain of neglect or a need at all.
Then I imagined, what if I was a wood instead, cut out and structured to the form of a pencil, would life have been different?
Probably I wouldn't even know what life is because Am just an object.

Mind you, I played with inanimate objects as a child as though they had live and I also played with living insects like ants especially when they go in groups carrying either bread or something else, I imagined they could hear me and I could hear them and also believe they had it easy with life.

Being older now has made me realize that even objects don't have it easy as long as humans are concerned but the good thing now is they don't feel the pressure that follows.
Now I ask, do I still envy a lifeless thing? Not at all. Maybe if I was never a human it could have been different but now I know, I sure wouldn't love to be used and used again until thrown or lost and replaced because that has been the way for inanimate objects.
By the way, don’t mind my thoughts.. the movie “ Chucky” was partly behind my imagination of objects with life..lol.