For years I have been a caterpillar. I pray each day that
I might be granted with my own set of glorious wings. God
kept telling me in all of our conversations through my
prayers that I am not ready for it and that the time will
come.But,I was pretty sure that I am ready. One faithful
day, I finally did.I was finally a butterfly. I flew
gracefully the first night. The night was mild, everything
was so spontaneous and honey was on every flower I landed
on. The second night however,there was a whirlwind. I hung
on this particular piece of flower which I had my eye on
ever since I was still a caterpillar. This is the same
flower that made me so eager to grow my wings. I tasted
its sweet intoxicating nectar and I thought all my dreams
came true.That nothing in the world can take this away
from me. That night,I couldn't really remember what
happen.One quick gush knocked me out cold.The next
night,the final night,I can't seem to get to the same
flower. I saw so many butterflies had their share of its
honey,but not me. I was so puzzled. What did I missed? It
was then, I realized, I lost my wings. That flower was
poisonous. By having my share of its honey,the poison
crippled my wings. My wings were taken away by the same
flower that gave them to me. And with that, I'm back to
who I am, what I'm supposed to be, just that, a
caterpillar.
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