I sometimes think to myself that I wished I had the strength of an ant. Ashamed, for something so small and so less intelligent is stronger than I.
How did I come up with this thought? I once squished an ant in my room by folding over the tip of a newspaper onto the ant who was crawling on it. Once peeled back, I saw that I had broken its arms, back, and its body parts almost separated. Yet it still continued to crawl, only, slower this time. And I was sitting there amazed and staring back at it asking to myself, why is this ant not quitting, but is still walking? Why does it not give up already?
So from that point on, I look at ants with respect and without consideration of hurting another ant.
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