I am a giant to ants. Ants would never know the giant among them. The powerful being that choose, rather whimsically to crush everything they ever love.

I could flood their homes, stomp on their dreams, and squeeze the life from their tiny bodies. I could do these horrible thing and they couldn’t do anything to stop me.

What if an ant looks at a grain of sand and said to itself, “ I am giant to this grain of sand. This grain of sand would never know the giant among them. The powerful being that choose, rather whimsically to crush and change their given form, and there is nothing they could do to stop me.”

What if a human is an ant to whatever giant is out there. Humans would never know the giant among them. The powerful beings that choose rather whimsically to change your live in seconds.

Just like ants if a hand block our way we just move in a different direction. We would say that we choose the directions. However, frankly speaking we didn’t have a choice but to choose a direction.

And as vain as we are, we don’t see that invisible hand that sometimes blocks our way; that hand that become our wall. Forcing us to choose a direction.