I saw part of a nature documentary the other day. What caught my eye was a line of caterpillars.
The caterpillars were walking in one long column, head to tail, like a freeway across the bare soil. The line was at least four meters in length. Surely they had somewhere to go, and they were trusting that the one in front of them knew where to go. Presumably there is also safety in numbers.
Another scene showed two columns of caterpillars merging into one. Each caterpillar came to a sudden disgruntled halt when one from the other column took its place. Not to be stopped, it was sure to carefully feel as that caterpillar passed to it could inject itself into the flow. The motion consistently alternated as the leaders in each column worked into the single stream.
Yet another scene showed another large single column. They were trucking along like they didn't have a care in the world. They trusted that this system assured that they would get to where they needed to go and would help protect them. Then the camera panned back, and as more of the column came into view, it was evident that the line wasn't perfectly straight. The camera continued to pan back, revealing that three meters of caterpillars moving in formation had formed a circle.
So who are you following? Perhaps it's time that thought for yourself. Instead of blindly following what you've been told, break out and make your own path.
You know what they say about being a follower...
An entire community of moles decides to move tunnels across town. So they pack up all their mole-ish possessions, sling their little bundles over their shoulders and set off across town in single file. In front walks Daddy Mole, followed by Mamma Mole, Grandpa Mole, Grandma Mole, Big Brother Mole, and finally Baby Mole. After a while, Baby Mole shouts ahead and says "Brother Mole, I smell sugar!". Big Brother mole replies "No, Baby Mole, I'm sure you don't." A while later, Baby mole calls to Grandma Mole and says "Grandma Mole, I smell sugar!". Grandma Mole smiles kindly and tells him, "No Baby Mole, you ain't smelling sugar." Not ten minutes later he hollers to Grandpa saying "Grandpa Mole, I smell sugar!". Grandpa Mole replies, "No, Baby Mole, I don't believe you do." It's not long before Baby Mole calls to his mother, in an increasingly whiney voice, "Mamma, I'm sure I smell sugar!". But Mamma Mole replies, "Oh no, son, you don't." Finally he can't take it any more and yells to the front of the line. In exasperation he exclaims "Daddy Mole, I smell sugar! I've been smelling it ever since we started walking and it's driving me crazy!". And Daddy Mole tells him, "Son, that ain't sugar you're smelling, it's molasses!".