While in Key West recently, we stopped into a butterfly exhibit and got to see and experience hundreds of butterflies fluttering and landing all around us. It was pretty amazing to see so many all in one place, each looking so rare and beautiful.
We learned that once certain types of butterflies get to their final stage of metamorphosis, (the pretty stage as I call it) some only live for a few weeks actually. It got me thinking about how they must spend their time knowing they literally have only days to live in such a beautiful state. What if it were the same for people? How would you spend your final weeks?
Would you spend your time worrying, or would you enjoy them freely? I’m no expert on what butterflies do with their spare time, but it doesn’t seem wasted that’s for sure. They carefully hop around from one leaf or person’s shoulder to the next. It seemed like each move they made was important, and it was a gentle reminder of how I hope to carry myself through life. Freely, gracefully, purposefully, and with care.
I dedicate this post to my grandmother, who loved many things such as flowers, just like the butterfly.
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