Muscles
Did you know a caterpillar has about 4,000 muscles? I mean, that’s insane. I think about that fact every time I struggle to get off the couch. I have, what, 600 muscles? And I can't even convince half of them to cooperate when it's time for gym class. Meanwhile, a caterpillar, which is basically a squishy tube, manages to coordinate thousands of tiny muscle movements just to crawl around and eat leaves. Honestly, if I could borrow even a tenth of that motivation, maybe I wouldn’t dread gymnastics quite as much. It’s not that I hate moving altogether; I just hate the forced structure of it all. Gymnastics, with its routines and endless practice, feels like trying to force entropy into order. I’m no caterpillar—heck, I’m not even a semi-motivated squirrel. When the coach tells me to do a cartwheel, I feel like I’ve been asked to solve a complex physics equation in front of a crowd. Every muscle in my body protests, and all I can think is, "What’s the point?" Caterpillar