Just Like Butterflies

In one of my travels around Thailand, I spotted two different but magnificent coloured butterflies that happened to pass my way.  They were abundant in the area of Kanchanaburi and thrived among the rainfalls heavily laden with greens. 

And this week, as I was reading the story of Eric Carle to the children about this hungry caterpillar who went on a munching spree and later turned into a butterfly, I paused for a moment and thought of my journey.

I thought of leaving, momentarily playing in my mind, of going away, to start anew, perhaps a better one, to a place where nobody knows who and what I am. These wondrous flying species care less of what were transpiring around them. All fleeting and hovering, oblivious to dangers but still, flying happily. 

Like life, to run away or to fly away from what is existing does not mean cowardice.  It simply means a new perspective.  To live, to be happy, and to co-exist with nature, these are my callings.

One day...