Recently, I sat looking at my shoes. The flooring. The texture of the flooring. In church I sat making these observations. The preacher preached.
A very tiny ant appeared at the bottom of my vision, followed by another. They marched between my shoes, oblivious to my gaze. On impulse I lifted up my foot to squish them.
Then I thought. Maybe those ants have a purpose. Maybe they'll save the world. So I let them crawl on.
Sometimes I feel like an ant.
A very tiny ant appeared at the bottom of my vision, followed by another. They marched between my shoes, oblivious to my gaze. On impulse I lifted up my foot to squish them.
Then I thought. Maybe those ants have a purpose. Maybe they'll save the world. So I let them crawl on.
Sometimes I feel like an ant.
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