There is a suicidal ant in my loo. Almost every time I go in for a leak, I have to use a brush to sweep it out of the pot and drop it on a dry spot on the floor so that I don’t accidentally flush it to its death.
What bugs me is that it always fights back. I have probably broken more than one of its legs in attempts to keep it from its watery grave. Every time I drop it on the floor, it circles the spot in anger and confusion.
I got thinking about the things we complain about in life. The little setbacks, the accidents, the apparent tragedies. Did something higher than us just ‘sweep’ us out of the path of even greater damage?
Nice thought .. liked it
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