Freedom

It came out of nowhere. One second, the wall was empty, vast, in all it's whiteness. The next, I looked, and there it was. A tiny creature, crawling up the wall on its spindly little legs. I watched in amusement, as it scurried too and fro, up and down, not sure which direction to take.

I waited for the girly shrieks, announcing that it has been spotted, and will soon be smashed into nothingness, by the shoe of someone brave enough to do so. Possibly me. But they never came. The little thing was safe, for now.

It was cute, I decided. I observed it for a while, and the next time I looked, it was gone, as quickly as it had come.

A bug is so simple. Its only focus is its destination, food, shelter, protection. Its only fear is getting killed along the way by some cruel human, who can't bear the fact that this bug exists, or by another creature, who eyes it as food. But never do emotions come into play.

Bugs don't have the ability to think, to feel, the way humans do. They just act, try to survive. Their goal is not to bother you, only, you may become bothered by them if you allow yourself to be. But it is never their intentions.

They aren't close to anyone emotionally. They create no lasting bonds, involve themselves in no relationships. They are as far away from humans as they come, on the spectrum of life.

Wouldn't it be more simple so be a bug, a mere creature, than a human? To only worry about one thing, survival. Not easy, but simple.

Emotions cloud you. They blind you. People get in the way of your goals. Humans are complex, difficult to understand.

Relationships can go both ways. They can hurt, they can break you, or, they can be beautiful. But you can't know the outcome until you at least try. And even trying can result in heartbreak. So what's the solution?

Wouldn't it be cool to be a bug for a day?