Ant Sized Ambition

If I could hold my ambition in my hand, I would throw it away. Not just in the trash. I’d toss it across the city, to a place far, far away. Somewhere deep in Queens. Never to be found again. My ambition would seize to plague me and I’d be free from the desire to “make it.” If I could, I would have the ambition of an ant. Ant-sized ambition. Ants spend their tiny existence finding tiny amounts of food to support the tiny bodies of their rather large tribe. Their day-to-day life is built exclusively around survival. No time spent dreaming, and certainly no time spent convincing others to dream. That would be considered a crime that warrants capital punishment in the world of ants. Nonetheless, perhaps the ambition of ants is actually quite large. Those tiny bodies carrying those over-sized crumbs, day in and day out. The tireless work effort to survive in a world that regards you as next to nothing. It sounds like they are the most ambitious of us all. The reality of it is, my ambition isn’t going anywhere. It’ll still keep me up late at night; make everyday feel more urgent than the last; hi-jack moments that are meant for peace. So if I can’t get rid of it, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to take on more; to embrace it like an ant in survival mode. There will always be mouths to feed and hills to climb.