Insects are six-legged, compound-eyed, chitin-covered little creatures who populate most of the world and usually sit at the bottom of the food chain. They come in all kinds of shapes, colors, tastes and sizes and are so diverse they vastly outnumber the rest of the animal kingdom.
Now when I say "bugs", I include true insects of course but I also include arthropods like centipedes who have more than 6 legs. I also include arachnids, and... just because I don't feel like keeping them out, I also count critters like snails, slugs and other gastropods in.

Bugs have easy lives. They eat to grow and they grow to reproduce. And then they die. They didn't complicate their existence with occult things such as "job interviews" and "governments". Well actually some of them did the latter but- You get the point. Bugs don't work, don't exercise, don't vote...

And most of all, they don't feel.

Bugs act through instinct. Of survival of their species. There's no thought behind it, there's no feelings to speak of, neither for themselves or others. That means you could spend your life with pet bugs, feeding and cherishing them, and they will never love you back. Isn't that great? The thought that I could trip and snap my spine, and none of them could give less of a shit... Maybe it's weird but it puts me at ease.

People could learn a thing or two from bugs. It can't be healthy to care so much all the time. But what do I know, right?