Getting back up

I failed the interview for the second time. At twenty-five, I will soon be getting too old for the job market. 

“It is alright!”

“Do not worry.”

“ Third time is a charm.”

I have heard it all. 

Tired, I look down at the floor. An ant is making its way towards me with a sugar cube on its back. I flick it with my finger. The cube and the ant topple. After a few seconds of wandering, the ant picks up the cube and resumes its journey. I flick it a second time. Again it topples, wanders around and then resumes it journey with the cube. I watched as it disappeared in a crack in the wall with the sugar cube. Size and strength were defeated by dogged perseverance.

I went back to my books.