“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately… I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life! To put to rout all that was not life… And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived…”
Dead Poets Society, 1989
Live deliberately. Because when it is all said and done, what else is there to do but live in hope of avoiding the regret of never having lived at all?
Because no one is perfect, but everyone is rare, and beautiful, like a butterfly. And if we strive to perfection, to conformity, do we strip our wings of their colours so that we may fit in? Or do we paint on thick disguises so heavy they pull our hearts to our knees and we can’t get off the ground at all? And when you are a butterfly, with not more than a few days to live, is it worth it? Or are we wasting our time trying to be something we are not when people tell us, “This is the mold you are to fit to.” And so we bend ourselves until we break to fit the form we are shown and hide our heads thinking that maybe, if we keep our heads down, no one can throw rocks at us for being different.
I was asked a week ago, “Are you artistic or logical? Pick your path.” And after panicking for several minutes, wondering which path to take, wondering “Will I strip, or will I paint?”, I drew a path in the middle of my page and said “Screw it, I am going through the forest.” I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I want to be a butterfly with my own wings and yes, there are days when I conform. There are times when I strip myself of colour so that I may sink into the crowd and slip throught the cracks like the light I so desperately need. There are days when I paint on a happy face because I’m afraid my true colours aren’t the right ones. But even if I am only alive for a few days, even if my shoulders break from holding my head above water, I am a butterfly and I refuse to be a moth.
Please understand that your wings are beautiful.
7 thoughts on “Being a Butterfly”
Heyyyy there Loooneeeeee!!!
I just dropped by to say I really love to read your blog! It’s blinkin’ (that’s an old English slang word: blinking: I hate the whole blinking lot of them •Euphemistic substitute for a strong expletive (1914+) ) fabulous, the way you write, and your humour is very cute!
It’s great to see such talent, and very inspirational to read, grammatically correct and wonderfully flowing posts, from younger bloggers, like yourself!
You go girl!
Your friends must feel so lucky to have such a creative and intelligent friend to hang around with?! And I bet you all have some very fun, and also, some very obscure times?!
Keep fluttering your wings oh colourful one!!
Firstly, thankyou so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. I write because I love it, yes, but also because I like that I get to meet and affect people with my words. So, thankyou for all your wonderful praise. I really appreciate it.
As for the obscure times my friends and I share.. Well, there sure are plenty of them! ;)
My wings will keep a’fluttering. :)
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Beautiful!!! I so love what you are saying and how very true! Definitely something I want to tell my kids! And I hope they will never ever forget about being a butterfly…
Thankyou!! I literally started crying when I read this. I’m so glad I’ve affected somebody with my writing.
Can’t wait for more!
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