The world is a cruel place, filled with cruel irony. The symbolism of such cruel ironies can be found in the places you may least expect it. Just as I found it… Sitting on a sidewalk. A breadcrumb sitting not far from the grass, covered with ants. There are also scores of dead ants scattered on the grey concrete. Their story is not known and most likely will never be told. Not visible in this photo is the small trail of ants leading into the grass, some transporting miniscule pieces of bread and others transporting the lifeless bodies of their fellow ants. In all of this, I wondered to myself… Are we the bread or the ants?
After I had stared for what seemed to be an eternity, I had thought of how many people struggle to survive. There are many who sacrifice for every last metaphorical crumb. Sometimes their sacrifice comes at a heavy price; losing precious time with their children or traveling through dangerous environments to their workplace. There never seems to be a way to get ahead, provide stability or remove worry about where their next meal is coming from. No remorse or empathy by those who are too big to be bothered by a problem they have never known. Peering down from their towers watching those who are forced to struggle. From way up there, they do not resemble actual people. They look more like… Ants.
My mind quickly changed perspectives. What if I had this all wrong? Tossed aside without a second thought, dropped along the ground, vulnerable to the dangers of the world. Without a way to defend oneself, simply waiting for the inevitable. To some, their is much to offer. But for those who have so much, there is action without the threat of a reaction. No remorse, no empathy. For those people, the rational is simple… There is always another piece of bread out there. To them it doesn’t matter the colour; brown, white or marble. They feel as if they can afford us all.
When you look at the photo, read or reread my words, take a moment to think about who you are in this circle of life. Are you the bread, are you the ants or are you looking down from your tower?