Consider life as an ant.
What would you see of the world then?
Would you take more notice of the dry, parched grass
that has no bend, just blockades your path and leaves you no shade
from the unexpected sun?
See the browning leaves that may act as boats in those rare puddles,
safe passage across
to that place where
the sweat left by humans as they lie on the ground
permeates into the earth;
they try to find peace in a life that attempts to prevent it at every turn.
You don’t mind, you can feast on the litter and wasted food
they leave behind
when they finally go back to their cubes,
hoping that the memory of their break will last them
until the next time.
You know more than most about hurdles
and being trodden on by authoritative boots.
It doesn’t stop you, though.
You carry on,
facing every barrier
you come across and finding the best way to pass it.
Always lifting weights greater than yourself.
You’re not too proud to ask for help,
you actively seek it
so as not to get overwhelmed.
Yes, consider life as an ant.
Maybe that will change your view.