"I can't pretend these tears aren't overflowing steadily, I can't prevent this hurt from almost overtaking me; But I will stand and say goodbye, For you'll never be mine, until you know the way it feels to fly!"
Life inside a cocoon is such an enigma for the creatures living outside it.
It is like a sorcerous fairy tale book which is full of secrecy that perplexes everybody and makes us ponder about what's going inside. Bunches of question marks will be roaming around our heads and we begin to formulate our own speculations and suppose personal postulations. And unnoticeably, because our inquisitiveness to know the anwers, this mystery contrains us to begin reading and we unconsiously commit ourselves to a journey to seek for the suplications we are looking for. We invest our time to this journey. This mystery is so magical that we let ourselves be taken into another world, into another dimention that we see only in our dreams.
As we travel, we pass different paths. We see many places, different faces and different walks of living. We meet the different phases of what we are trying to get to the bottom of, without even perceiving that the mystery comprises of all of those things that come along our way and those are like pieces of puzzle that would enable us to see the real picture. And, as we turn each of the pages and go along the story, scanning and skimming the ins and outs, the mystery unveils itself to us. We realize that while we are busy taking our trip, time goes by and the "thingy" inside the cocoon is finally coming out. By then, we begin to discover the wonders of life.
Life is not easy. We need to come across the most feeble hanging bridges and we have to jump over millions of hurdles. We will stumble and get hurt. God gave each of us our own "obstacle relays" to bear for us to overcome and learn from it. That's the edict of life. It makes us face the tests first before giving us the lessons. But one thing for certain, after every fall, a better and stronger person we are when we again take a rise.
Just like a larva, insides its hard cocoon. Inside, only darkness is what it sees. It can't defend itself from the enemies that surround it. It only depends in its ability to blend with the environment, to blend with the color of the twig it hangs in. Storm pounds its cocoon like grains in the mortar, and the sun heats and dries it like clothes suspended in the wire. With all those encumbrance, there is a little chance of survival. But when all the hindrances are over, a glittering "miracle" comes out of the cocoon. A kaleidoscope-winged creature ready to take a flight and face the cruel planet. A butterfly majestically shining its pairs of spectral beauty to the entire globe while flying abandonedly into the sun. It is the fruit of God's assessment.
And now, welcome to my sanctuary here in the cyberspace! Welcome to the tale of my life! Welcome to the Memoir of a Burning Chrysalis!
