Sunshine and Butterflies..
Happy Birthday, Sweetling. I love you.
The young man stretched out in the field, gazing at the sky. The day was beautiful, and he was content, unaware that he was missing anything. As he watched the fluffy white clouds drifting by on the breeze, a butterfly came and landed over his heart. He should not have felt the delicate touch of it, and yet he did. The colors of the wings captivated him, seeming to glow from within. He held his breath, for fear of scaring the wondrous creature away, and simply watched and enjoyed being so close to such beauty and enchantment.
Eventually, it did fly away, and he rose to follow. Every time it landed, he paused with it, watching and waiting. The path of the butterfly led him to new places, full of people and things he'd have never seen had he not been following it, and the ever-changing colors of it's gossamer wings opened up paths in his mind that allowed him to discover new things about himself.
Sometimes there were hungry birds, or children who wanted to capture the butterfly and keep it in a jar. Always he tried to protect the little creature. Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed and the butterfly was hurt. The guilt he felt then was unbearable.
Occasionally, he lost sight of the little butterfly, and at these times, he cried, the loss of this ethereal creature causing him pain at the loss of it's beauty and wonder in his life. People would then ask him why he chased the creature if it brought him such pain. "You do not understand," he would tell them. "I do not chase it, I only follow where it leads me."
And he will always follow, wherever it takes him. For as long as it flies.
The young man stretched out in the field, gazing at the sky. The day was beautiful, and he was content, unaware that he was missing anything. As he watched the fluffy white clouds drifting by on the breeze, a butterfly came and landed over his heart. He should not have felt the delicate touch of it, and yet he did. The colors of the wings captivated him, seeming to glow from within. He held his breath, for fear of scaring the wondrous creature away, and simply watched and enjoyed being so close to such beauty and enchantment.
Eventually, it did fly away, and he rose to follow. Every time it landed, he paused with it, watching and waiting. The path of the butterfly led him to new places, full of people and things he'd have never seen had he not been following it, and the ever-changing colors of it's gossamer wings opened up paths in his mind that allowed him to discover new things about himself.
Sometimes there were hungry birds, or children who wanted to capture the butterfly and keep it in a jar. Always he tried to protect the little creature. Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed and the butterfly was hurt. The guilt he felt then was unbearable.
Occasionally, he lost sight of the little butterfly, and at these times, he cried, the loss of this ethereal creature causing him pain at the loss of it's beauty and wonder in his life. People would then ask him why he chased the creature if it brought him such pain. "You do not understand," he would tell them. "I do not chase it, I only follow where it leads me."
And he will always follow, wherever it takes him. For as long as it flies.