Imagine for a moment that you just woke up, your consciousness as if you have just been born, yet not a baby but a full-grown being. You only have fourteen days to forge the greatest adventure of your existence before becoming a lifeless husk.
What do you do?
Is this what it would be like to experience reality as a butterfly? Regardless of whether it is or not, just imagine the above scenario as if that were your reality. Not as a butterfly, but as a being - a conscious thing in existence.
What do you do?
You become paralyzed.
The thought alone is anxiety provoking. Playing it out in your mind - you feel trapped, claustrophobic even. You are glad that such an existence is not yours. The thought, "I'm glad I'm not a butterfly" might emerge from the deep recesses of your mind. It is freeing to think that your life is not so restricted, so small, so depressing.
Yet the anxiety stays.
The thought, now tied to your active imagination, refuses to go away.
What do you do?
You're stuck.
Yet the butterfly flutters anyway.
The butterfly does not see its existence in the above way. Despite its fleeting existence in our eyes, it knows more freedom. Perhaps it may even feel more joy. Or maybe the butterfly also feels anxious. Who knows? Thats not the point, the point is that it flutters anyway. No matter what it may or may not be feeling - it flutters anyway.
It does whatever is set before it to do without fearing the endless possibilities that could result from its action.
Imagine being a butterfly.
Choosing to flutter anyway, no matter what comes at you. Yes, your life is fleeting, and yes, your body will someday become a lifeless husk. So what?
Flutter anyway.
Maybe you'll make your way into a beautiful meadow or a magnificent garden. Perhaps you'll reach a valley full of endless flowers. You never know what the future has in store, but you have to flutter anyway.
What other options do you have?
It would be foolish of the butterfly not to flutter. That is what it is made for. Fluttering is both its existence and its act of obedience to the One who made it. To not flutter would be a slow death. To not flutter would be ridiculous. To refuse to be the very thing you were born to be, would be living a lie.
Do you want to live a lie? No.
Then flutter anyway.
Do what's in front of you.
Do what you were made and born to do.
You have no other options.
So, imagine for a moment that you just woke up, your consciousness as if you have just been born, yet not a baby but a full-grown being. You only have fourteen days to forge the greatest adventure of your existence before becoming a lifeless husk.
What do you do?
Imagine being a butterfly.