As I went to smell the flowers, I saw this little guy enjoying the sun and running around his leaf. I want to believe he was happy on the pure beauty of existence, with no worries about food or friends or shelter. He was so small that I almost didn’t see him. How small are we in comparison? Existing on a blue marble floating in the inky blackness of space?
One day this will all end, and the question I ask myself is whether it was worth it. The answer seems to change every day, but maybe I can learn something from this little guy and enjoy the simple fact that I exist. Maybe that’s enough.