I love butterflies..always have.
Their delicate wings , vibrant colours , sensitive flight ...lights up my day.
Many a times have I just rushed from one meeting to another and while I cross the buildings , a glossy yellow butterfly just winked past.
Its tiny flutter creates a flutter in my heart , too. Suddenly the day looks better . I find an unkown hope and look forward to the next moment.
Perhaps , something incredibly nice may happen to me ! Who knows !
Does this make me incredibly girly ? Maybe yes .
But this agent of pollination that plays such a terrific role in nature by allowing plants to reproduce , has really won my heart over.
I find that these tiny butterflies are nature's message to us , a symbol that the ugliest slimy , creepy , crawly thing can also transform into one of the world's most beautiful creatures.So if anything is possible, why give up ?
Looking at a dark , ugly , slob like caterpillar , can you imagine the gorgeous and vibrant colors that it can transform into ? The beauty it has which hasn't yet burst forth ? No.
So its nature's way of telling us not to be judgemental. Things turn around and boy ! When they do , they make heads turn !
Also , there is a hidden symbol of strength in every butterfly. No matter how delicate it looks , dont be taken by its fragile looks ! It can make the tallest plants reproduce..it can pollinate the biggest and the smallest flower. It is playing a very important role in Evolution. Though it looks like just any other tiny delicate creature which ( you think ) exists only to decorate this world.
My Mother says that there is another hidden message here , that of social behaviour.
She says that when a creature becomes admirable , even the people who would earlier spit on them and smash them and couldn't care less about their life or death, will spend hours appreciating that very same creature.
It is possible to obtain anyone's appreciation . Anyone. But the transformation is always always always painstaking and time-consuming.
You have to wait for the right time !
You see ,No matter how much the poor caterpillar rushes , its time to become a pupa comes in its own due wake. and when it does , it is so very painful.
Every atom metamorphosises into something new. It must be terrible..but the results are for the world to see..after a few days , the beautiful Goddess of Beauty bursts forth in all its glory . Everyone stares in awe..so pretty ! so very beautiful !
So , dont give up in your caterpillar days.Or the PUPA stage. It is painful but one day , the phoenix will arise.
Thats the norm of Nature.
Just hang on.
