I watched a very tiny ant try to drag away an oat today. I watched it struggle, as the oat was ten times it's length. I thought to myself, if the ant had some friends helping they would have been able to recover the oat with plenty to share between them.

 It seemed familiar to me. As if a metaphor for my life. I'm the ant and the oat is my dreams. Trying to drag them with me instead of abandoning them. Dragging them like a dead Pteranodon meant to fly. I need friends in my life that can believe in my dreams as much as i still barely do. As i am tired and wondering how much more i can tolerate. 

The ant finally gave up.