Butterfly Letter

I’ve always loved the butterfly. I think it represents a lot of what makes being human so special. Even through their beauty, the butterfly still faces an abundance of challenges. If they’re unable to avoid the rain, they get tattered, or even die. But it’s therein that fact that I find the magic of being human. Because we’re everything the butterfly is and more. We have our own unique metamorphosis. One we undergo constantly. Changing and reshaping who we are or what we’ll become. The butterfly goes through one singular process of caterpillar to cocoon to butterfly. But that’s where we’re special. Where the rain may kill the butterfly, we survive. We’re able to survive the rain and the storms no matter how harsh. With the strength of those around us, we find the footing to keep going. And then in what I’ve come to find as our most precious gift, after the rain we find a new caterpillar awaits us. A new chance to metamorphosize. To try again. To be again. To love again. While it’d be nice to be a butterfly and fly around happy forever, then we’d never be able to endure the rain. So maybe the rain is a blessing. Maybe we should look at the rain not as misery, but as an opportunity for something new. I’m not saying the rain doesn’t hurt, because I know it does, and it’ll continue to. But I think when we’re able to reemerge as butterflies again, we’ll look back at the rain, still sad it poured, but at peace with the journey it placed us on and the people it brought us closer to. When I was kid, I always thought I wanted to be a butterfly, but I’ve come to learn that even if it’s hard, being human, loving, living is the best. I came to think that way because of you. So thanks.