Wednesday, 13 July 2011

My Life as a Butterfly.

What does it feel like to be a butterfly flitting on the wind? We all start as eggs. We go on to be caterpillars. We sleep in our cocoons before daybreak. We fly as butterflies flitting in the sun.

But it all ends: have a good time while we can all fly like butterflies. We come, we go; we are, we are not here.

We must all be more like conscientious butterflies flitting in the wind, floating over the flowers, creating more or less happyness as we go along our merry way, flitting-by in the wind.

This is my life as a free-thinking butterfly.

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Welcome! Here, be Platonic, be precise, be concise, do not lie, do not mock, do not giggle, do not do the fandango in your mind as you comment. In effect, be one with the butterfly as you think and converse here.