RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND

"And, like, after that fleeting moment of joy, like, you will have done your purpose in life, and then, like, eventually die," Stripes finished off the dreaded sentence.

 

They both were interrupted by the group of worker bees leaving the hive to go for their daily collection trip. Each worker bee will visit 50-100 flowers for this trip before they all return to the hive with the nectars they bring to the colony.

 

"So, like, would you prefer to, like, see me go on those collection trips?"

 

"Whatever you wish, my love. But for the record, let me tell you that tonight will be the best night of my life. This is what I am made for, to mate. And I will fulfil this purpose with joy because I do it with the one special bee that made the difference in this whole colony."

 

"So, like, I have found my purpose in life. And, like, I realize, that the joy is not as much in fulfilling your purpose, as much as in finding it. Thereby lies true happines."

 

Then she looked coyly at those beautiful eyes and murmured sofly, "Like, are you ready to go to heaven?"

 

"It sounds like the story about the birds and the bees."

 

"Nah. It's like, it is for the flowers and the bees."

 

Then they heard a cry from far away in the hive.

 

"Whaaaaaat?"

 

AND SO IT WAS