I could shove everything in this room inside you, but at the end of the day you still wouldn't be human.
A little bug woke up one day and thought to itself "what am I alive for"? The second it gave a voice to that question, the little bug felt like it's chest had caved in and that space was replaced with a great hollow. The hollow was like a hole in a leaf chewed away by caterpillars and left on display for everyone to see through. The bug thought to itself "I can't let people see me like this or they'll know that there's nothing inside"! So, the bug crafted itself something to wear from flower petals, just like it had seen some of the other bugs wearing. "There!" it said, "Now they won't be able to tell I look any different than them". As the bug opened their door to begin their search for the answer, they saw all the other bugs in the clearing dancing around, fluttering lightly like butterflies. The little bug knew right away that if they just inched along all gloomy like that the others would know right away that something was different. So, the little bug got up and danced it's way through their little village. "Surely if I spin around like all the other bugs, they won't be able to tell I look any different than them"!
As the little bug made it's way through the clearing, all the other bugs complimented their lovely outfit! What a lovely shade of purple they had picked! The other bugs applauded their dancing! My, it's almost as though you have wings! The little bug thanked them for all their kind attention. In fact...the hole in their chest seemed to shrink with each compliment. Perhaps this was the answer? Perhaps their purpose was to dance and entertain and make the other bugs of this little village smile. Surely if the attention was filling that hollow, it must be the answer. However, the second the bug got away from the crowd, the second the dancing stopped and the music played by the grasshoppers was just a quiet sound in the distance, the hole doubled in size. Watching the other bugs and seeing them dance and play and laugh so effortlessly....if this bug had to work so hard to do it when others did it so easily, surely it couldn't be their purpose. When the little bug stopped to watch, it became clear the other bugs had nicer outfits and danced more elegantly, all the compliments had probably been pity. They could probably tell. They could probably see. The hole turned into a dark hollow like the ones inside of a fallen log.
The ache became a hunger. The bug found it's way to a little tavern run by some grub worms. They took a seat near the town gossips, a group of spiders that met to stitch the finest of lace and talk about everything that went on in their little village. As the bug ate, they listened in to the spiders. Tales about marriages and children and romances spilled out of their mouths almost as fluidly as their many hands stitched away. Maybe that was the answer? All these stories involved love! Love must be the answer. So the little bug scanned the room, spotting a brightly colored lady bug sitting alone in the corner. There! This other bug would be their reason! So they made their way across the room. The two bugs shared a meal and conversation and with the way the lady bug moved closer, the hunger ebbed.
The little bug took the lady bug home, relieved to have found the answer. They shared a wonderful evening of companionship, they agreed to continue to see each other, and the lady bug talked at length about how kind and funny and sweet the little bug was. How they had never met anyone quite like them. However, when morning came, the hunger returned full force. The bug had managed to tide it over, but was not truly satisfied. If bringing joy to others wasn't the answer....if living for love wasn't the answer....then what could it possibly be? So, the little bug picked their self up, straightened out it's antennae, and continued about it's day once more. Searching for that answer. Today the little bug had to go to another village, perhaps if the answer wasn't close to home then travel might do the trick. They made their way to a little glen, but it felt exactly the same, just decorated with different leaves. The bugs looked different, the shops looked different, but the way they went about their lives was exactly the same. How was it that every bug could live so effortlessly, but they could not manage what came so easily to others? Were they broken? The little bug completed it's errands before allowing itself to rest on a stump near the edge of the glen, defeated and in tears. "Why do you cry, little bug" asked an elderly beetle they had not spotted sitting near by. "Because I am not like other bugs" they sobbed. "I do not know why I am here and no matter how hard I try I cannot find the answer or ignore it. How come I am the only one that doesn't know?"
"Foolish child!" shouted the great beetle. "You really think you are the only one?" the beetle asked, annoyance in it's voice. The little bug startled, eyes going wide. What could the beetle possibly mean? The beetle came over to sit near the little bug and explained that if the little bug could struggle and hide it, doesn't that mean others could be hiding the same struggle? The little bug thought. And thought. And thought. Before finally agreeing. This whole time they had only been thinking of their own problems. They hadn't considered that other bugs might be going through the same thing. The little bug felt at ease, though the nagging feeling of the hole in their chest didn't go away. "How do we find the answer then?" Surely if the beetle had lived so long and was so old, they must have found their answer and could maybe share that wisdom. "It's different for everyone" said the beetle. Some bugs go their whole life without knowing, the beetle went on to explain. The little bug stayed a while and listened to how no one can give them the answer, and that the answer wasn't the same for everyone, but that the little bug had to find their own reason, decide their own reason, and piece it together from the bits and pieces they choose to bring with them through their life. The answer wasn't easy or simple, but then again, neither is life.
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So, the little bug packed up it's things and returned home. The elderly beetle had given them much to think about. They got home, kissed the lady bug, had a fine meal, and tucked their self into their comfortable bed. The little bug went to sleep that night knowing they would never be the same bug they used to be. They couldn't go back and stop themselves from asking the question, they were stuck searching for answers. Everyone felt this way. Everyone wondered this question. And everyone was looking for their answer. The little bug closed their eyes...and when they awoke the next morning, they left their little house, made their way out of the little village, wandered past the trees out into the open, and allowed themselves to be eaten by a great bird.
The moral of the story is, if you were really human, you would be torn apart by not knowing rather than patiently waiting for us to tell you. So, just break already.
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I could shove everything in this room inside you, but at the end of the day you still wouldn't be human.
A little bug woke up one day and thought to itself "what am I alive for"? The second it gave a voice to that question, the little bug felt like it's chest had caved in and that space was replaced with a great hollow. The hollow was like a hole in a leaf chewed away by caterpillars and left on display for everyone to see through. The bug thought to itself "I can't let people see me like this or they'll know that there's nothing inside"! So, the bug crafted itself something to wear from flower petals, just like it had seen some of the other bugs wearing. "There!" it said, "Now they won't be able to tell I look any different than them". As the bug opened their door to begin their search for the answer, they saw all the other bugs in the clearing dancing around, fluttering lightly like butterflies. The little bug knew right away that if they just inched along all gloomy like that the others would know right away that something was different. So, the little bug got up and danced it's way through their little village. "Surely if I spin around like all the other bugs, they won't be able to tell I look any different than them"!
2/??? cw more bugs
3/??? cw MORE bugs and also food
4/??? cw B U G S
5/??? cw probably bugs
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