A Small Life

Today I rescued a couple insects.  Was it foolish of me?  After all, I will probably inadvertently crush many insects as I walk around tonight.  Still, it was too sad to watch them struggle helplessly.  See, they landed on the frost that builds around extremely cold pipes.  I suspect that their legs froze to the surface almost immediately.  Slowly, the frost would overtake their bodies and they would be buried in ice.  I could see other insects in various stages of this.  The ones that where only stuck slightly would beat their wings frantically trying to escape.  Sadly, there was not enough power in an insect's wings to break free.  I have to be amazed at how light an insect must be to fly with so little power.  It took so little for me to free the two that were still alive, so little.  They must have lived a long time (for insects), as they seemed fully grown.  I wonder if the end of my life will come like that: powerless to free myself from the mess I put myself in.  I wonder if a more powerful being will save me as I did those insects.  In the end, how small is my life?