path of a worm

I saw a half-squished worm while jogging tonight. His one half was flat and dry, the other was already making plans for dinner. What a life... I can't explain why but in that second I have compared all my life with this worm. I laughed to myself. There were too many things in common. Each of us had a path, a purpose and a struggle. They just differed in size, but hey... being bigger doesn't make someone more important on the universe scale. One could really ponder the meaning of life. Watching that little guy squirming, trying to figure out how the hell to get going, muttering a few worm swear words under his breach, getting desperate, I felt for him.
I made a detour so I could see more of the sky (sunset, you know). The clouds covering the sun shone with gold, so rich in their color, I would made a condescending comment "Too much!", if it was someone's XVII century dining room. But who can accuse nature of being too generous on gold paint? I had to be a part of it. My half-squished fellow was a part of it too. Was it his as it was mine?
Anyway, just a glance at life... I wonder what's become of him.