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Be The Bee
Forget flying like the eagle, just be the bee
The bee has one job.
Flying from flower to flower to gather nectar to feed the queen, so she can lay eggs to grow into more bees whose job it is to feed the queen. There’s no wondering “Why am I here,” or “What is the meaning of life?” The meaning of life for a female bee is to feed the queen. For the male drone it’s to fertilize the queen. It’s good to be queen.
What are the bee’s job perks?
They can fly. Duh. Also, they see, smell and, by default, taste lots of flowers and nectar. Not a bad life if you can get it.
Guess what else they accomplish and they don’t even know?
They pollinate all those flowers and vegetables for the rest of us. They give us beauty, and oxygen to breathe. We get to live, and get flowers on birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, and when we die, because the bee does its job.
How do we reward them for a job well done?
We run and scream and flap our hands at them when they come buzzing peacefully around our margaritas.
We slap at them and try to kill them when they land on the lime or orange slice from our margaritas. Like we were going to eat those anyway.
Stop doing that!
Bees are usually docile, and attack only when they, or especially the hive, are threatened. When a human a million times their size slaps at them, that’s a threat. If a giant starting swinging his hands at you, and you had a stinger, you’d sting, too.
Or maybe not, if your stinger was like a bee’s stinger.
When a bee stings you, their stinger pops off along with their butts as they fly away, pulling the bee’s insides out with it. They are kamikazes for the hive. Since stinging you is suicide for the bee, it’s not their first line of defense. Their first line of defense is to fly away.
Or, if you’ll stop slapping at them, they may just hang out with you awhile, peacefully, before heading back out to pollinate flowers and gather nectar.
Stinging you is worse for the bee than it is for you, you big whiny baby. They don’t want to sting you anymore than you want to be stung.
What’s the take-away here?
There are two take-aways, not counting the one you take-away with you when a bee stings you. That take-away is the bee’s stinger, butt, and abdominal insides. Gross. Don’t make them sting you.
The first metaphorical take-away is to relax and do whatever it is you do, unless it involves hurting people. The bee does its job, enjoys the perks, and tries not to suicide by stinging people. Be the bee.
The second is, stop worrying so much about life’s meaning. For all you know, while you’re gathering money honey for your queen bee corporation, country, or your own small business, you’re serving another purpose entirely that YOU’LL NEVER KNOW.
R. Buckminster Fuller says, that like the bee, we may never know our true significance.
People hate not knowing sutff, but think of all the time you’ve wasted worrying about your life’s purpose and whether you’re fulfilling it. When instead you could be learning to fly, smelling the flowers, sucking up all the nectar, peacefully hanging out without stinging people, and not dying.
Be the Bee. And hold onto your butt.
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