She was standing there all day, this caterpillar gal. For her, every day feels the same. She holds on to her barren branch, trying to make sense of a futile world.
Her nights seemed longer. Every night she would curl herself around the stem of a leaf and fall asleep gazing at the stars and dreaming of a future where she had a purpose, where her life had meaning.
As dawn breaks, she wakes up and tries again… thinking that she’s reaching nowhere closer to her goal.
And then there came a day when she knew that it was over. She couldn’t stand there any longer. That night she curled herself around the stem of a leaf… and just allowed herself to let go.
Little by little, she used her outer skin to weave herself a shell; to form armor against this empty life. And once she was enclosed in her dwindling space she allowed herself to fall apart. She held onto nothing, allowing herself to finally let go, dissolving into the quantum foam of endless possibilities.
And in the quiet and the dark of her chrysalis, something took shape. Her hopes and dreams finally undone from their mundane life; what surfaced was a life of its own that cleaved into an exquisite form.
Then, still damp with the dew of creation, gasping for breath, she moved out of her self-imposed prison. For some time, she lay there still, to spread her wings to dry, basking in the warmth of the sun. She has now morphed into a beautiful butterfly maiden, in her elegant sapphire attire – to set her self free; ready to make her dreams come true.