The Web

They say the world is filled with all sorts. They say that the human experience is vast, with infinite possibility. They say that each journey is unique, that there is only one you. People take comfort in these claims. They feel special. They feel secure in their absolute mediocrity. They are important and needed, after all. But none of that is true. There are only two types of people in the world. There are flies. Flies are everywhere. You are probably a fly. I mean you no offence, truly. There is nothing wrong with being a fly. In fact, for the balance to remain, for the illusion of society to continue undisturbed, it is imperative that the majority of you be flies. It is the natural order of things. You buzz about your day, looking for food, looking to breed, drifting aimlessly along the breeze. You do the right things. You live, you die, and only the other flies immediately around you even notice. You did good, fly. But then there are the spiders. If you are a spider, you will not have much company among the flies. If you are a spider, you will get no comfort buzzing about your day. You are unfortunate. Satisfaction with the mediocre is not your happy lot in this life. No, you, as a spider, are destined to a life alone, in the shadows. You will have to orchestrate your own life. You will have to spin webs. You will have to catch flies. It is the natural order of things.