Some years ago, I was very very depressed. I was very lost and felt like I didn’t have anyone to talk to. One day, I got dressed up and went out to a nature reserve by my appartment. I was meandering by the water front, stoned off my ass when I accidentally crashed a wedding party. A woman started talking to me about my back tattoo, which is a quot from the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Turns out she was a Pagan priestess. We talked a bit and she told me I would find some answers if I went into the woods. So I did just that.
I wandered about in the woods, lost in thought, when I heard a buzzing sound. I looked up to find myself in a thicket of shrubs, surrounded by bees. I honestly don’t know if I’m alergic to bees, but my sister is deathy so, so there’s a strong possibility I am as well! But as I stood there, the bees didn’t care that I was there. They didn’t mind me as long as I didn’t bother them. So I stood there for a long time watching them. I’ve always had a fascination with insects, but that was the moment I fell in love with bees and learned a valuable life lesson:
If shit gets fucked up, stay calm, because panicking will only make things worse.
If I can chill with things that may kill me, I can get through pretty much anything.