This post is the first in a trio of posts inspired by butterflies. The next two can be found here and here.
When a caterpillar begins its life in an egg, it is completely unrecognizable from that which will eventually hatch; and of course, the butterfly it will one day become bears no resemblance to the pupa that preceded it. What if caterpillars could recognize butterflies as their future selves? What if butterflies could perceive caterpillars as their own former incarnations?
I am watching my children grow up – from babies, to boys, to young men. Certainly the transformation is not as dramatic as the metamorphosis of the caterpillar (although American adolescence certainly carries its own degree of drama), but there is no denying that this period of their growth is deeply significant. I see them in this in-between stage, knowing that the men they will become are a world apart from the toddlers they once were. They are going from crawling to flying, and in the process they are unrecognizable.
It’s a change we have all been through – the journey from childhood to adulthood, with periods of uncertainty in between. I don’t know whether the child I was would recognize myself today as her future, but there are definitely times that I can’t fathom that young girl as being related to me in any way. We are a world apart.
Think back to when you were a small child – would you recognize the person you are today as yourself? Why (or why not)? Consider all that you have been through that has contributed to your own transformation. Has your journey taken you where you thought it would? Where you hoped it would? Are you even farther along than you dreamed you would be? Are you satisfied? If not, are there changes you can make today to redirect your growth?
Unlike the caterpillar, you are the master of your own metamorphosis. You have your wings. Don’t be afraid to spread them and fly in any direction you choose.
Love it! Great starter for this month of transforming work
Great words for me to remember as I ponder the “Golden Years” of my life. I hope to transform myself into something even more exciting than my younger days.
Very nice! It seems this is true as we go through different stages of our lives, too, huh? I enjoyed reading!
Remember that the hard, messy work takes place when the caterpillar is in the chrysalis, transforming into the butterfly. It’s a real struggle to break through the chrysalis, through which the butterfly gets the strength to fly. If you cut it open, the butterfly falls and is unable to fly.
We have the ability to transform ourselves many times during our lives. Sometimes the struggles seem to take longer than the flight which follows. Yet each experience builds on the next. At the end, may we each have great stories to share.
So true, Marina. In fact the post I have scheduled for next Wednesday speaks to this very thing. 🙂