bees.

To bee or not to bee… over the past few years, I’ve discovered a newly strange, wonderful fascination with bees. Honey bees. Honey. I love them. I love what they do. What they accomplish. They work so hard. They’re so passionate without trying to be. They create, and pollinate, and deliver, and re-boot. And they know not why? Or do they? I want to function like a bee. A beautiful bee. A bee that could give you honey, and sting you. But you know, once they sting you, they die. The ultimate sacrifice, right? They will sting you, and they will die, because they gave you part of their body. That little, delicate, tiny, sweet little bee body. They hurt you, but they paid the ultimate price for doing so.

Be careful with your body, with your sting, with your sacrificial moments. Choose wisely, like a bee.

Of course, a bee is not a human being. And therefore, my analogy sort of sucks.