"Its cold and dark" said the empty silence whisper to the caterpillar inside a cocoon."Its about time you go out into the world once you saw and explore the adventures beyond".
"But I am not ready yet. I am not strong enough. Its comfortable here. without anyone for me to be afraid of, no wasting of energy, and no getting lost either. Why should I?" asked the caterpillar.
" Aren't you bored of this usual aura of darkness?" replied the silence.
"I am, but its comfortable here.Let me sleep for a while and then I will I promise." pleaded the caterpillar.
" Is that all you want from your life? you and I both know that the world outside is eagerly waiting to show you its beauty.." continued the silence.
"I am afraid, with beauty comes great danger and fear. I am not strong. I am not ready." said the caterpillar.
" A world you know of now must change love. That change is itself a part of the nature's beauty. Its been so many hours since we lived together, caring for you like my own child but there will come a time when you must find the strength to rise again facing the warmth of the sun exposing yourself to the brave new world. Such fragile things you say, things that you never knew about. You will never now unless you try love. The world has been waiting for you. Its now time to show it your beauty and strength. Go now, wake up from this darkness, with courage, with a heart of such purity and humbleness and with the eyes seeking the light and life. Go little one Go out and shine." Explained the silence.
The caterpillar unaware of its true new looks, struggled, pushed, and stretched its body opening its cocoon it had built long ago with such great difficulty exposing itself to the new dawn drenched in the mist and light of the fresh morning rays. It stood out opening its deep blue and orange wings. It never thought it could look so pretty. The world seemed to be so welcoming is something that never ever came across its mind. The feeling of freedom and joy overwhelmed its fear. Now its was time for it to fly.
Its a bit weird to think that every person's life resembles of such instants. However its true it does. The process of hard working citizens, with constant testing and getting stronger is what a caterpillar does in the cocoon and the environment in which a person lives is itself a cocoon And the part of one able to fly well its something that I might phrase as "Reaching one's dream".
