So small. So misunderstood.
Without purpose, or so it seems.
I am a small black ant.
You, and the world, underestimate me.
I get looked past. Stepped on for fun.
But when someone looks close, we know they can relate.
So small. So misunderstood.
Without purpose, or so it seems.
We are all a small black ant.
We all get looked past. And stepped on for fun.
Look closely. You know you can relate. That a new understanding has surfaced in your mind.
Try to see what the world would be like without ants.
The picnics would never be the same.
Now, try to see what a world without you would be like.
It's terrible.
Isn't it?
Don't you feel sorry for those small, insignificant black ants?
For yourself?
No.
Just remember that you may be a small black ant.
But even they are worth so much.
When it really comes down to it.
-B
