Butterfly with a broken Wing

I read a line recently that went – “ Often the most important lessons arise from the most difficult times.”

The thing that most fascinates me about life is the ability to interpret the same thoughts differently at different stages in life. Why does this happen? Is this what is called maturity? And does maturity have anything to do with age? Just because we change our views as we move ahead in life, are we actually progressing?

Well we might be either moving forward or backwards, diagonally or in a circle but the most important thing and the first step to learning is that we are moving somewhere. When we allow our thought process to be questioned, when we seek newer thoughts, dig out and imbibe knowledge is when we are experimenting and putting in the effort that is required. If we do that we will reach the destination eventually. To stay your entire life in the same place without moving an inch forward caught in a web of acquired beliefs with no real basis is stagnating and wasting a life that could have meant so much more- that was supposed to teach so much more.

So as I re read this line – a quote, which I had read before in another form and one, which had always given me a hidden strength to survive, I thought about the butterfly that was born with a broken wing. Did she curse her existence? What did she feel when she was a child, what happened when she grew up? Did she finally realize that the good that happened in the world as well as the bad happened for a reason?

That she needed that handicap to learn important lessons in this birth, lessons that would build her soul. That her friend who was happy and gay and never faced her struggles was meant to learn other lessons in her life. Lessons about being able to help others because she was bestowed with the ability to do so. Lesson of love and compassion, of sharing and caring. That although they were different from her lessons they would also build her friend’s character, add another dimension to it. That they were both equal in God’s eye just that they were attending different classes to learn different things. Their syllabus was different.

I had read the same thought before but never interpreted it in this light .Was I right or wrong? I didn’t know. But somehow it felt very right. It had the power to HEAL.

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