I shot dairy of little black ants this morning; they spent many hours on moving tonnes of loads, on miles of uphill and downhill, bumpy and slippery jungle trails. Of course, these were all in terms of an ant's units of measurement.
So I kept my eyes wide open because ants age just in a few blinks of human eyes.
These ants seldom stopped for long, which already seemed to be very long to them, to exchange facts and jokes. They continued working hard, learning hard and laughing hard at the same time.
I repeatedly clicked their fast routine. Though I knew none of these pictures could be good, they were a big boost to me.
Because I only have a flat hierarchical pyramid of needs which is as tall as a little ant.