A massive apple seed fell onto the floor from under the pillow. It was brown and flat, still and unassuming. Perfect for planting. What luck!
However, when the seed stretched out its legs and started walking, several things became known at once.
The seed would never produce a healthy tree and give shade to weary passerby or a juicy, ripe fruit to satisfy an empty stomach. It would never send roots down into the earth to bully the worms or stretch its branches up towards the sky for birds to take shelter from a storm.
The seed that held such promise turned out to be a bedbug. Perhaps it was one of many, all living off of the life blood of its gracious host, destined to feed and breed and wait for death.
Isn’t that life?