A butterfly cannot see its own wings.

“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” – Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

Often times, aren’t we just like the caterpillar? A creature crafted on its lonely cocoon, filled with darkness, while missing out the world full of colors. Yet instead of being sealed with the tomb, those fragments of dilemmas encapsulated our view to life.

During those times, we often wonder:

Is it really for the better?

The master would instantly appreciate the aftermath, but no one talks about how hard it was to survive alone.

It must have been a lonely path, how did you make it this far?

With all the days that I spent trying to fought those battles inside my head – I knew that courage does exist. Lo and behold, because a butterfly is full of it.

Incase you saw a butterfly today, think of it as your reflection.

This a drastic cycle that we’re meant to go through for the emergence of a promised tomorrow. But I want to applaud you for surviving those pit alone. It must have been so hard.

But those sorrows already mold you to the person that you are today. The pain that you chose to bear alone, already instilled a colourful remark on your wings. All the agony that made your heart tore apart into countless of pieces, became the shade of your bravery.

So keep carrying on.

The world is brighter with your colors in it.

. . .

I remember a line from a song,

“Ipapahiram ko sa’yo ang aking dalawang mata, para malaman mo kung pa’no kita nakikita”.

“I would lend my eyes to you, just so you can see yourself the way that I do”.

You may think that you are slowly cascading from those problems that the world has put in you, but I hope this will serve as your reminder that like a butterfly who cannot see its own wings; you’ve made this far already.

For a caterpillar who once thought that world would end, you are just in the right place for a beautiful beginning.

Sometimes, it takes a one’s perspective to realize how far we’ve really became. Either you are still a caterpillar on its cocoon, maybe in a course ride for its shed, or even a fully transformed butterfly,

I am proud of you for being here.

Thank you for choosing life.