Sunday, August 23, 2009

The willpower of a red ant. Two steps. The two heavy dangers to an ant. But it still managed to carry on. It clambered on, haphazardly, coiled itself into a ball, (pretended to be dead, hah, but i stayed there the whole time till it got up), and twitched. Then, it picked itself up, and carried on its journey, to who-knows-where. but it was no longer the graceful red creature that had crawled on my racket. neither was it the little dainty amber insect climbing down the legs of the bench. it was not the ant it was before, but it survived. it had the courage, the strength, and the willpower. it carried on. withstanding the whatever-may-comes. with the spirit of a great warrior, but the body of a midget ant.



when it never ends;
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