When the caterpillar decided for a change.

When i was in kindergarten, i recalled that i would always excel in those kind of fun activities like, circling the odd one out, filling the numbered areas with colours with the respective numbers for each hue and pattern drawing.

But this very particular exercise left a mark within my memory. There was once we all had to do a mix and match, sort of like a general knowledge worksheet, it is about the pairing of animals, where we actually draw a line with the help of the ruler from an adult animal to it's young.

Cow ---------- Calf

Dog ---------- Puppy

Cat ---------- Kitten

Pig ---------- Piglet

and lastly, i would just join Caterpillar with Butterfly. It is not because i knew the answer, it's simply because it was the last pair and obviously it had to be it as i am quite confident over the rest of the other pairs.

Who in the world, as a child would actually think that a Caterpillar something so squishy, gross and green would turn to a beautiful Butterfly? Honestly, never in a million years. It had zero resemblance of the adult and it is fascinating how the transformation can get.

I think it is a gift for a Caterpillar since it stayed faithful in living and sort of await the day of making it to the skies and flutter for all to see. It stayed strong, unbeaten no matter how people laughed at it's ugliness. People would gaze and admire the beauty of the Butterfly yet not considered the pain it had gone through, hidden thoughts, suppressed pain and it's past. Forgotten.

It is the past that is the reason for it's beauty. It is in the hardwork and determination that fuels it's urge for beauty. Some say, the past does not matter but in fact it does, the past is a part of you, you cannot erase it, it made who you are today. The past can be forgiven but it shall not be forgotten and it will make you stronger because it did not kill you. The past is painful because it did not follow you to the future you have seen it together with. The past is ugly, tainted and full of sorrows but it shall be over soon. The past, you miss and shed useless tears for, is the pain you feel in the future. In order to flutter to a free life, to lift your burdens, you have to renew yourself. Your sorrows, your pain all into a cocoon. You engulfed yourself in your own reflections. You think, you think, you reason, you solve, you're stucked, you reconsider, you're hurt, you stop but you think again, you cried, you cry, you're crying. The pain will end. The story continues. Again, you live, again. Your love, or rather your mistake, will fade away...

Then you emerge as something new, something beautiful, something no one would ever thought that you could ever achieve. You prove it not to your friends, not to your family, not to yourself. You prove it to your past. Stand up although you've fallen hard. Stand up.

Dear Caterpillar, so are you ready to be that change?