As I sat at the traffic lights I saw ahead of
me amongst a sea of giant trucks and fast cars the little butterfly fluttering
obliviously over the top of them all, across the lanes, across the road.
I prayed for it's safe passage and wondered
what it must be like to go out into the world as a fragile butterfly or a
delicate bee, going about fearlessly against all the odds. There's no
hesitation, no shrinking back, just a job to do, a moment to live, even though
if you think about it there are dangers on every side for these little
creatures.
Do they even know what fear is? Have they no
choice but to live without fear? What
would our lives be like if we had no fear?
What would that be but freedom? Oh little
butterfly, leading the way.
“The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough” –
Rabindranath Tagore.
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