In the midst of the crowd…

There’s nothing out of ordinary on the first glance. It abstracted in my sight, in somehow a quite good mode. Playing upbringing music, crowd clamoring with joy, band playing… that is absurd to the yarn… but there’s no unusual feeling. What about butterflies in the stomach? None…

When I first saw him, he was just doing what he was ought to do… not even being aware that I was there looking in a guy they said was popular on the crowd. I keenly look at him while he’s engage into something…Nothing really unusual.

“that guy…? Hmm… he look so anemic… with that long curly hair, and bony fingers? Not to mention his bulbous eyes… it looked as though he have not slept in ages! What’s great in him? I said to myself as I study the guy who they say has, ‘fire on the keys’… in the midst of the crowd I observed him… hmm.. nothing really unusual…

Oooohh... I love butterflies!

I love butterflies...♥

Is it because of its colorful wings?
Probably yes...
Its cheerful flutter?
Affirmative.

But what I like best about butterflies is the whole itself.
the one it represents... My life...

....One day,as I was exploring a new place. I spotted a fluttering butterfly nearby.
It rested itself on a purple flower blossom. I armed myself and tried to catch it.
I Succeeded.

As I was examining it in my hand I began thinking where it started...

.....from a leaf-crawler worm...
......to a suffering cocoon....
......emerging into a beautiful butterfly in my hand..

I suddenly realized how I can parallel my life to this graceful creature...

......From a shy little girl who knows nothing but to stay near her parents.
She depended on them no matter what.
She's like a worm who depends on the tree she's living-- for food, for shelter,
for everything.
She crawled in the lives of her parents for living...

......The time came when she needed to decide on her own.
She realized that living a life is harder when you grow older.
She struggled as she grew up. Its like her struggles added up
and became her cocoon.
It swallowed her more... and more.. and more...

........ Then she woke up one day decided that she needed to make a decision
to make her own life. She rose from he deep slumber of tranquility.
Just like a fully grown butterfly emerging from her cocoon.
Although she suffers. It makes her strong... stronger... and stronger...
Eventually, she succeeded getting out of her shell. She's living her own life...
Care free... Living free...
Just like a graceful butterfly, although her life is short.
She's still living it happily. Fluttering on every flower of oppportunity she can get.
She's happy and free...

I intentionallly losen my grip and let the lovely insect took off.I watched it as it flew
on every flowers around. It seems to be enjoying what its doing.....

........Just like " she"....

♥Shy♥ 052808