I watched the insect work its way up the car window; slipping and sliding, its resilience never faltering until it reaches the opening and there its translucent wings spread open, ready for flight in to the never-ending freedom of the azure skies. I could relate to the insect, the struggling part of course. After all my life was full of ups and downs, I was always struggling, always persisting...and when I thought I could stand alone, like a frog escaping a dark deep well, I would eventually slip back down a few metres.
