A Butterfly !

A butterfly, a creature that resembles delicacy... beauty…survival..a state of art that transformed an "eww kind of creature" to "an artistic canvas that reflects the beauty of God's creation"...you'd find her doing her usual routine, jumping from a flower to the other with the steps of a professional ballerina...however, she didnt sense the waves of change coming towards her.. she didn’t realize that the weather was starting to change; maybe she did but ignored it. And the wind blew harder.. much harder.. it was cold.. it felt like it was ripping her wings apart.. unstitching the beauty of their design… and she couldn’t fly no longer .. loosing control.. and falling in the sand…

Four of her legs were in the sand.. and two trying to help her stand… she tried and tried… looking down at the ground…she thought she was on stable grounds…apparently it was quicksand… pulling her down…she tried to get out.. yet failing to do that..everytime she'd take a step out.. she'd tremble and fall back into the sand.. whenever she felt that she was close.. it seemed like it was so close yet so far to reach.. although she had six legs…yet she felt helpless.. weak… so weak.. so hollow from inside…her legs were shaking…like a jello… her eyes turned red… full of tears.. she closed them and a tear fell onto the ground.. with a big thud.. and the voice alarmed her.. yet woke her up


She raised her face up to the sky… wanting so badly to fly…she rememberd her loved ones… she remembered their talks about goals…reach up for your goal young soul… work hard for it…give it the best you could…and keep that smile on your face…for smiles are sources of endorphins… and she laughed…remembering them all… their voices… their love…their smiles…their care… their concern…she wasn’t alone.. she never was…she never will…

All what she needs to do is spread her wings…the wings she felt that were torn into 365 pieces and scattered around the earth… and move fast… cause time is flying…and she should too…she should look ahead…and build the strength of those legs… look at the storm and say “Do your worst, for I will do mine!” .. she's gonna fly.. up so high.. and reach her dreams.. and reach the sky..

A Last Dot:
"Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man!" [The Count of Monte Cristo]
thnx S.zie