Tiny Mighty... The ANT

So magnificent it appears but not to forget, the anthill was formally a bare ground. When ant finds food bigger than it can carry, that’s an impossibility.

ADAPT

To change your behaviour, state, character, motive or nature to make it easier to function better or survive for a purpose. If you acclimatize to a different course without any purpose, then you are not better than flowing water. Your life must not be directed by situations just because you can adapt. Water flows in any direction that you channel it. All it needs is a little space.

NORMALIZE

The word ‘Normal’ as used by humans could mean different but similar in relation to different situations. But to normalize here, I am referring to coming back to a desired expected state.

TRANSFORM

To transform is to change completely usually in a positive way, (Merriam Webster). Any word with trans usually does not connote something static or not changeable. Transportation, transition, translation are all step-by-step processes. Forming something usually requires creating a thing and causing it to exist as you desire it. Therefore, transformation could be seen as a change in the state of something by desiring to make it better. To transform only means improving and and rewriting a better story.

Combine all three and you are wiser than the ANT

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YOUR own PEN

Something mostly divine, Sometimes, it's ours to define. Unlike the plant called Vine, Destiny seldom has pine. And it is our duty to prune and refine. From the feet till we see the spine. It may be a good omen, To which we shout Amen. It might have a fault to mend or dirt to filter, Which might make us think that God did falter. But we can write our own destiny. Yes, we always do. Remember that road you used to the mill, The particular person you talked to, Has it not been your own will? When you wanted to learn, Even when in prayer you did yearn, You took that training seriously, And you passed out successfully, That was your own destiny. That was your pen on paper. When you write, no one can alter. I am the secretary of the God you don't know. Now wait while I print yours out to show. Written down by you as white as snow.

HOT BALLS

Should little drops of water a lone be said to make up the ocean While rivers and rain help fill it to brim? When a man complains of hunger, Should he wait till a cropping season While he expects his wife to feed him? Would anyone sit on hot balls Without protection for his own balls? Hot rolled corn balls, Cooked and sold outside the mall Even though today's profit may stall, Vendor hopes to one day stand tall. And what sayeth the founders of wisdom When we ask for a life so wholesome? Patience is key they claim Followed by no pain no gain! But there's a feminine soul Who stood on one sole Slept late, awoke early Empties her bowl Just to fill her children's belly Twisting and turning Forgetting she's burning Farming without earning All her efforts keep churning Yet what is her reward? A gloom by her so called steward. A rich man can cheat A woman does so and she is cheap Go to the street Ask the women you meet How they made daily meat Just because of a gentleman's...

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