Of all the things in the world, I would never ever in a million years want to be a male LADY-bug. Think of all the cruel jokes the other insect species would make; it just gets my head spinning. Having said that, I’ve always wanted to see these beautiful creatures up-close and luckily while visiting the Kenilworth Castle last year, I stumbled upon a few of these hiding inside the pavement cracks. Their vibrant polka-dotted exteriors give them a very happy-go-lucky feel, but on closer inspection, I saw something that actually made me sad. This particular bug, shown in the picture above, has a dent in its (gender unknown) left wing; I don’t know what might have caused it, but I really felt for the little guy/gal. It kind of made me reflect how fragile we all are, and that no matter how happy we may seem on the outside, all of us harbor some sadness within.
A short while later, I saw another bug approaching the dented one and both of them receded further into the crevice, crawling at their respective paces, together. It was refreshing to see how the dent on one’s wing did not seem to have an impact on their mutual relationship. We all have our flaws (visible or not), some major, some minor, but in order to truly accept each other, we need to look past them and love each other unconditionally; funny how a couple of bugs can inspire you to understand the nature of things in general.
Time flies by so fast: one moment you have this little angel in your arms, barely able to help herself, and the next you’re sneaking up on her while she’s standing at her mom’s dresser trying out the latest lipstick shades. These words of wisdom came to me while I was watching my almost-three-year-old daughter unsuccessfully try on some lipstick and smearing it all over her cheeks.
What is it with females? They can’t wait to grow older when they’re young and get younger when they are old.