25/05/2025
Love this.
Once, waking up in nature early in the morning, I noticed something surprising. Several dozen ants had fallen into a five-liter bottle of water that had been left open the night before. They waved chaotically in the transparent water, as if each one was fighting for its life.
At first, it seemed to me that they were drowning each other, saving themselves at the cost of the death of others.
This thought made me repulsed, and I turned away, deciding not to intervene.
However, after two hours, curiosity got the better of me, and I looked in the bottle again.
My astonishment knew no limits: the ants were alive! Furthermore, they had formed a true living island, a pyramid, in which some were supported by others, staying afloat like an entire colony.
I held my breath and began to observe. Those at the bottom were actually submerged in the water, but not forever. After a while, they were replaced by ants from the upper layer, which voluntarily descended. Those who were tired went up, without hurrying, without pushing the others.
Nobody tried to save themselves first. On the contrary, each one made an effort to go where it was most difficult. This coordinated system of mutual aid touched me to my core.
I couldn't resist. I found a spoon that easily passed through the neck of the bottle and carefully inserted it. Seeing salvation, the ants began to come out one by one, without generating even a drop of panic.
Everything was going well, until one of them, weakened, slipped back into the water, without reaching the edge.
And then something happened that I will remember all my life.
The last ant, almost outside, suddenly turned back. He came down, as if to say: "Hold on, brother, I won't leave you!"
She dove into the water, clinging tightly to the drowning one, but she couldn't pull him out on her own. I couldn't resist, I brought the spoon closer, and then they both came out, alive, together.
This episode moved me more than any movie or book about friendship and sacrifice. I felt a storm of emotions: first, condemnation, for having taken the ants for insensitive beings; then, amazement at his resistance; admiration for his discipline and brave sacrifice... And in the end, shame.
Shame on humans. For us. Because of indifference, because of how we lose each other in pursuit of benefits, because of how rare it is that someone comes back to save the weak. We build walls, instead of creating living bridges.
If ants, small creatures, are capable of such coordination and selflessness, why are we humans so often deaf to the suffering of others?
That day I understood one thing: true strength is in unity. And if someone still doesn't know how to live correctly, let them learn from the ants.
