bugs and bravery.

sooooo, i had this really great analogy while i was taking a nap today. i have no idea why this came into my head, but i figured i'd write it down, even if everyone thinks it's stupid. i kind of think it's stupid.

anyway, i was thinking about bugs... for some odd reason. then i started thinking about the life of a bug, and it's depressing in a way. most bugs don't live that long. maybe for like, a day. and i just couldn't imagine being born and then going out into the world knowing that i was going to die almost instantly. what if we did that as humans? if we knew that we were only going to live a day or two maximum, what would we do with that life?

bugs don't really have a choice, seeing as they go out and get food or water and return to their buggy home. and all this living one day stuff got me thinking that bugs are probably the bravest creatures on the planet. they have to be. i mean, they go out into the human world knowing (or maybe not knowing) that all their buggy friends have been killed by humans, and they do it anyway. if i saw all my friends dying in a matter of seconds, i'm telling ya i wouldn't be facing the world at all.

these bugs are brave, man.
the end.