Essay on if I were a honey bee.

If I were a bee, I would soar and fly and feel the wind on my face and know that I was defying basic physics. And I would do my part for the hive, and bask in the intricate and beautiful community that I was a part of.

If I were a bee, I would make sure I would stop every once in a while and taste the sweet honey I was spending so much time working to create. And I would marvel at my chiseled exoskeleton, crafted over millions of years of evolution to perfectly serve its singular purpose.

If I were a bee I’d become a flower enthusiast, and make it my goal to know the name of each and every flower I pollinated. I would bask in the knowledge that I was unwittingly completing the life cycle of thousands of species of flora.

In short, if I were a bee I would make sure I didn’t take my life for granted. I would value every second of it. I would be self-aware of my own minute majesty.

And I would never ever, ever fly at high speeds into Porter‘s face, buzz loudly in his ear, and then land on his shoulder, causing him to jump out of his wicker chair and spill cranberry juice on his laptop.

But that’s just me. I bee different! Buzz buzz!

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