According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway,
because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible.
— Bee Movie
I can imagine bees everywhere going “I don’t care what you think! I can do it!” or “Don’t stand in my way!” or “KEBS!” Don’t tell them what they can or can’t do otherwise they’re gonna sting you! But then they’d die, which would get in the way of them going about their bee life, so maybe they won’t but… I digress.
“Thinking bee” worked for me when I decided to stop planning to having a kid. I don’t care! I can do this! I dropped all medication (which hadn’t been working for me anyway), shut out all stressors (not letting relatives’ and strangers incessant questioning about my fertility and sheesh, even my smex life, upset me) and just went about my merry way with my husband (enjoyed life as a family of two). Other people were doubtful I’d ever have kids because I seemed to be thinking like one. I still had my eyes on the prize (a baby someday) but did it according to my expectations, to my and my husband’s own rhythm. Shortly after that, ta-da! We had our own little bumblebee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee has its own share of mishaps though, like braving a flooded EDSA on foot during a thunderstorm (“I can get home! Sniffles. I have to! Cough, cough… I can do this!”) which resulted in several sick days but thankfully, no leptopirosis. Oh wait, that’s not thinking bee. That’s just sheer stupidity. Doh!
I guess you just have to wisely choose where braving the impossible should and shouldn’t apply.
When was the last time you thought the bee way? When was the last time you went for something despite what other people think? What happened? C’mon, inspire us!