Of course it's fun, if it wasn't no one will carry on doing it.
Trying to succeed in life is, being that worm dangling on the end of a hook, that someone holds from a line, hoping something somewhere will take the bait.
Suddenly in the middle of the forest appears a purposely built home. And wonder why the wildlife are making a commotion. Perhaps think for whose actual home is being disturbed.
It's what to call, can only endure them in small doses. To those it comes around once a year, don't expect to understand that them to come round once a year live as it all year round.
May well see a face of an angel, someone who appears in luxury, if truth be told. Never judge a book by its cover, this child is in more need than can tell. Even a wooden toy made by the delicate hands of a wood worker will satisfy over any other.
In the forest; a fascination for bugs but hoping they were much bigger. Something minute and ugly wanting larger than life. That's survival, keeping to what are best at. If it means being small and ugly then sobeit. However, that fascination is what gets out of control.
Zechariah Ch.14:V.6 " - And it shall come to pass in that day, that the light shall not be clear, nor dark:"
