Sometimes I think that life is a butterfly and I can't seem to keep up, follow or makes sense of it's pattern and so I fumble along, making a mess as I walk with the fear that if I lose sight of my butterfly I will no longer know how to live, I also can see in my peripheral vision everyone else chasing, holding or walking beside their butterflies and I catch myself doubting the reason I chase with such randomness. If I could only make sense of it all, but really I know that when I stop my butterfly keeps going and even though it doesn't get far it gets far enough away that I worry I shall never catch up with it. I sometimes think that when I have reached this point I am able to see the butterfly clearly to understand what needs to be done and how to get there but after I have stood for a while and figured out the route I must take, I am able to catch up to the same place I was before, almost catching my butterfly and I realise that I have no clue what it really means to see the butterfly or follow it's seemingly random pattern. I have learnt to take each day as it comes, don't go too fast otherwise you will just find the butterfly above your head out of your reach and no amount of jumping will help. Don't go too slow otherwise the butterfly will start to fade, you will stare at it with such intensity and it will seem to be so unobtainable that you feel the world turn grey and then you will fade too. Just follow that butterfly at your own pace, watch it with wonder and awe, study it's beautiful wings, the way it will lead you along the randomest paths and don't forget to always, always love that butterfly.
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