Dying Ants

It was one of those unfortunate times.

The princess accidentally discovered a family of ants (all hundreds of them) hidden in the depth of her desk and she freaked out. At the split moment, she brutally massacred them without a second thought. Moments later, seeing them struggled with life under the poisonous spray of insecticide, the princess was somehow overwhelmed with guilt and fear.

I wondered if taking hundreds of life was going to cause irreparable damage to my karma so early in the new year? Can countless times of good work be offset by a single act of evil? Would these ants reincarnated and haunt me in their next life and when I sleep at night?

Then the princess begins to ponder over the fate and lives of these tiny creatures. Do they ever question if life holds a greater purpose for them other than working all day? Have they ever felt that they are a bunch of meaningless creatures just living in the world only to be sprayed and killed at the end of the day? Do they ever compare and complain about how fat or ugly they look in comparison? And how the rich ants get richer and the poor gets poorer?

Maybe they are just happy to die and be free from their troubles.

With that thought, the princess gingerly sweeps their remains off the desk and into bin before she says a little prayer and moves on with her life.

Perhaps, this is a reminder to the princess that life is usually brutally unfair most of the time, no one is indisposable and the world moves on with or without you in it.