A moth ventures into a dentist’s office.
Curious, the dentist inquires about the moth’s concerns.
The moth responds, “I loathe my life. My wife harbors resentment toward me, my son’s achievements disappoint, and my daughter, the sole source of my pride, has flown away. At my workplace, my boss dedicates his days to ruining mine. He tirelessly orchestrates my misery. I often find myself pondering my eventual departure from this world—imagining that I will one day fly into a windshield, ending it all.”
