An ant in a bed of grass, seems to always find its way. It doesn’t know what’s on the other side. It doesn’t know if it will find food, death or peace on the other side of it all and yet it keeps on going. It doesn’t know where its next meal comes from but it still keeps trying. The world may think its too minuscule of a creature to matter but the ant knows what its existence means. It understands what survival means.

Humans, or at least some of them spend a life time finding what life really means. What is the meaning of it all? Is merely surviving everything?What is the best way to get from point ‘a’ to point ‘b’? Some would spend life times figuring out if everything they ever did was right or wrong. And most, will never figure it out. Some will tell you that at a ‘ripe’ age of 65, that they still are ‘finding’ themselves. And that they are still figuring life out!

But look at the ant! The always busy ant. It doesn’t have time to ponder over such questions. Nature in possibly one of its smallest forms has it all figured out. The existence and survival of the ant,  the discipline which many humans will fail to achieve after a life time is instinct to the ant.

Humans see it. They observe it. They possibly come up with all sorts of scientific theories behind the ant’s every action. But they never learn from it. Very few will have their life on track and be content with it. The ant though, has it all!