We Are the Ants

by Shaun David Hutchinson

That’s the problem with memories: you can visit them, but you can’t live in them.

You spend your life hoarding memories against the day when you’ll lack the energy to go out and make new ones, because that’s the comfort of old age. The ability to look back on your life and know that you left your mark on the world.

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility. Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep.

You can’t fight gravity. Gravity is love. Love requires us to fall.

“We’re not words, Henry, we’re people. Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.”

“Depression isn’t a war you win. It’s a battle you fight every day. You never get to stop, never get to rest. It’s one bloody fray after another.

REMEMBER THE PAST, LIVE THE PRESENT, WRITE THE FUTURE.

We may not get to choose how we die, but we can choose how we live. The universe may forget us, but it doesn’t matter. Because we are the ants, and we’ll keep marching on.