on ants

See those ants? I am one of them. My world is so vast, so grand, so full of possibilities, and I am undeniably tiny. This smallness brings its own blessings; opportunity, invisibility, should I wish it, a certain freedom. The sheer potential of everything, of myself, is staggering. I can go anywhere, be anything that I find within me, and it is all so achingly beautiful. Every day leaves me breathless with it's loveliness. Often I can't see where I'm headed, no horizon, only apparent infinite obstacles, constant uphill. I fall down often, the way is steep, but it is the only one and the only choice is to keep climbing. The view inspires awe that only increases the farther I go, filling me with a sense of wonder.

There are holes along the way; dark and disorientating. It's hard to find the way out when you're so small, and it can take a while, but even the most ineffectual-seeming steps get you out eventually. When I do get out, the awe hits me all over again, a personal sea of bliss. I'm slowly learning the best way to climb, how to find foot-holds, how to lift myself when I feel oh so heavy, and I suspect it will get easier and easier. Some days though, some times I stumble into a hole so deep I forget what it's like out there. Still, no hole can go on forever, and if I remember how to look I find my footing soon enough.

There's a lot of muck and grime to drag my belly across, that I am sure of, and just as sure I'll keep pressing on. Focussed one foot, one tiny step at a time, keeping moving. It's not easy being so small in this overwhelming world, but it is beautiful, and as inspiring as it is daunting. Ants don't give up, they just keep on moving, and we may be tiny but we achieve so much. The journey may be as endless as the horizon, but I'll get there one day, and enjoy the scenery as I go.