A Solitary Ant





A solitary ant

Climbing a great oak.

She cannot know that the tree is a million times her size

She cannot know that scaling such a tree should be impossible

So she climbs

And scales that tree

Never knowing of the miracle she has completed.

And perhaps if we were in ignorance

We might get more done

But there would be no glory

No joy in knowing the purpose of such a trek

No pride in our accomplishments

And so, we must ask ourselves:

Is success the outcome, or the experience of the journey?