Fable: the Ant and the Boy

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray: In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work to rule the day. Why wasn’t the boy toting behind someone, collecting for the food array? The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way. The anthill, underground, protected them perfectly as shown, every day. Not adding to the hive was a horrible crime, none would ever display. The ant knew all would be perfect, if everyone did their job, and obeyed. But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day. All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away. Inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play. His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey. He’d invent, ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway. Quick minded, resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways. The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived. They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give. But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives. For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive. But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food. It takes a true gift to see the world as others do… The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see: You can’t expect others to live lives, how you want them to be. Each was adding to their different worlds, only they could see. One building for a smaller, singular hive, the other the hive of mankind, you see. Each in their own way: truly cast a long shadow to fill… an important need.