Look at the life cycle of a butterfly. Coming from a tiny egg, suspended underneath a flimsy leaf. One drop of water, one piece of Hail hits their nest and SPLAT! Hurdle number one!
I see quite a few similarities to humans and butterflies already. Don’t you? We begin in a sac and it’s up to someone else to determine our fate. Because after all there is pro choice, some parents use drugs while pregnant. Ugh orrrrr somebody else thinks they can hurt a mommy and it’s alright grrrr. Okay go back…I went to far (music plays in the background) back to the butterfly cycle.
Then they have to eat frantically to basically stay alive, long enough to create an outer coating to protect them while they metamorphosis into an almost beautiful butterfly. Shew!!!!
Humans have to fight to stay alive from birth until their current age. I mean think about it when I was born my mom didn’t strap me with a five point harness and carefully drive the speed limit to get out of the hospital. In fact she probably held me without a seat belt.
Plus, children aren’t born with racism, offensive language, the emotions of awe did I hurt your feelungs? No they were born with ummmmm that feels terrific, do some more of that. Or that was fun let’s play some more.
But we still had to learn quite quickly eat your food because, somewhere there are children that would die for one spoonful of your Peas and Liver and onions, doused in butter or crisco. Yes, us humans and butterflies have similar life cycles.
Let’s move on to the tightly wrapped chrysalis, which you know is uncomfortable. And everytime a ‘threat’ disturbs the outer casing the wrap seems to squeeze a little tighter or wrap a few more strands.
As miraculous as it is to observe and enjoy. It reminds me of middle school through my twenties. Maybe until 33, but let’s just say 29ish. 😉
How FREAKING AWKWARD were those years. I felt like I was in a cacoon the entire time. I would wiggle and squirm. Lash out at the ones who were closest to me and sometimes even hurt others out of fear from being hurt, once again.
We go thru really down times, no one understands us and we always feel like we are begging to just feel better and not so confined.
The time has come…the freeing of the butterfly. It is probably the most frustrating observation you could ever have. Although it is extremely beautiful, the struggles to break free are real! It’s worse than watching a baby chick be born or even a human baby! They begin really small. The struggle is necessary! If anyone helps a butterfly break free…it will die!
Why? Because those struggles are for the butterflies wings to build strength. If their wings are weak, then the butterfly won’t be able to fly. And won’t be able to take cover when necessary, find food, or lay more eggs to create, yet the next beautiful generation of surviving beauty!
What about us? How many times during our struggles do we wish it was over? We wish for an easier way?
But if you didn’t have all your trials and tribulations where would you be? No one enjoys everything about those formative years. Nor can anyone place a time line on when YOU are ready to spread your wings and fly!
However, you will fly someday! If you just keep on believing, building, and growing. It won’t be long until you have outgrown your own cacoon and although the comfort of staying safe is cozy, your desires are screaming…we are hungry!
Is today your day to bust out? Are you ready to gain enough strength to fly? Keep on keeping on. Dream it, see it, and Most of ALL BE IT!!!!
Thank you precious butterflies for teaching us…that no amount of struggling can stop us from showing off our beautiful wings!!!!
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