I sit behind my desk in the far corner of the 33rd floor caked in the afternoon sun. My window side seat has me baking in the summer heat.
I should be working, but it’s late on a Friday afternoon, not sure what my bosses expect. It’s not like they are working hard anyway, planning their golf matches, yacht rides and whatever else successful people do with their time.
Rather than counting down the clock, I am lost in my thoughts. Absently minded. I stare down at the world below me. Looking for any form of entertainment, something to distract from the nagging thoughts and relentless boredom.
A flurry of activity. Hundreds, no thousands, of little ants flutter about their business. Nameless, countless man reduced to even less than numbers. It’s all a blur.
When you focus on a single ant you can see perhaps a greater meaning, but it’s all too easy to disconnect and switch off entirely. You lose meaning this way and just get mesmerised by the everlasting flurry (McFlurry perhaps? maybe I am just hungry).
A warren of ants. Driven crazy by the hive mind of society. Scuttling along, hurrying away to homes. To loved ones. To something else.
I am jealous as I watch down on them, like some big overlord powerless to do little else but observe. What do I have waiting for me? A waiting power bill, half a Chinese takeaway and dirty sheets long due for a wash. With this heat the beach calls to me, if only I had someone to go with…
I should really be doing work. To be honest I really don’t want to. I cannot strip my eyes from the scenes below. I imagine each worker ant heading back to his worker family. It fills my heart with joy, and yet I am left feeling uncomfortably alone.
From my vantage point I see all the world around me. The ants actors on the great stage of life. They are scuttling along in their lives, driving their cars and escaping the city as of their life depended on it.
All the hive is active at the same time. Similar thoughts fill their mind, so eager to miss rush hour they instead just bring it forward. These are ants stuck in the same queue, pushing in the same direction. Stuck in the traffic jam of life.
Perhaps it is not wise to conform, to fall jealous at what others have around me…
End
Life is what you make of it, live it at your own pace and define your own destination. The journey will be all worth it!
The StoryTeller 