As I walked out my door a few hours ago, I noticed a beetle on the door frame. It was at face height.
I blew on it and it fell off. It hit the ground with a thud. I laughed to myself. What a pathetic little insect. Then I realized how great of a metaphor it was for life. You spend all this time climbing to the top, when some big wig walks by and knocks you down because he doesn’t like who you are.
And then I thought about how great it would be if I wrote a blog post about it.
And then I realized how silly it would be to write a blog post about it.