This morning, I watched a young moth walking up the side of the bath to get to the top.
Again and again, it faltered. Slipping, losing grip but persevering to the top where it gets flat. I egged it on. It was gripping stuff.
When it got to the top, it just sat and rested a while, as if taking a breath.
Then it just flew off.
And that, my friends, is a lesson.
Not the old “try, try again” one. But one that reminds us to do the things in life that we don’t actually *need* to do to survive, but to attempt to do the ‘different’ and unexpected things, despite our abilities.
I loved that moth.