Just saw an ant struggling to find a foothold on the floor… The wind from the fan would keep pushing it away… And it would literally fly back a couple inches. That got me thinking. Isn’t it true that we humans behave like that ant too, sometimes? When the winds of circumstances push our aspirations back a couple life inches?

But then, we can’t really make excuses, can we? All we have to do is to keep trying to find a foothold, and enjoy the sensation of flying while it lasts!

Just a random, unformed thought!