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Butterflies and Perspectives


Horse: If you don’t want to be a caterpillar, how can you become a butterfly?

Caterpillar: Did you pass through so many stages before you became a horse?

Horse: Not exactly the same stages.  But stages, yes.

Caterpillar: Was it hard?  The stages, I mean.

Horse: It depends.  Being a caterpillar is not hard for all caterpillars, I guess.

Caterpillar: One grows up only by passing through the stages?

Horse: One grows real only by passing through the stages.

Caterpillar: Real?

Horse: Opposite of fraud, let’s say.

Caterpillar: Why should anyone be a fraud?

Horse: Discontent, I guess.  Not happy being what you are.  Wanting to be something else.  Somebody else.

Caterpillar: Like me?

Horse: Well.  There are many creatures who are unhappy about what they are.  Who want to be somebody else.  Becoming real is a slow process, I guess.  It needs patience.  Like being a caterpillar crawling on leaves.  And then a chrysalis. 

Caterpillar: But only we butterflies go through all those stages.

Horse: Not at all.  Everyone does.  The names of the stages differ.  Infancy, childhood, adolescence, and so on.  Many break while going through these stages.  Those who have blunt edges, glass shells, air bags, and such things. 

Caterpillar: And then?  After the break up, I mean.

Horse: Some vanish from the earth.  Some survive and learn to live without those attachments like blunt edges or glass shells.  That’s how they become real. Shedding the unwanted attachments.  It’s tough.  Shedding attachments is tough.

Caterpillar: For us that happens naturally.

Horse: So you’re luckier than the others.

Caterpillar: And I thought I was the most unlucky creature!

Horse: Perspectives.  Perspectives make the difference.
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  1. sunaina sharmaOctober 16, 2015 at 4:06 AM

    Some great points here Sir.....I am wondering what stage I am in.....what perspectives I hold.....and whether I will vanish with the vanities I hold or whether I will survive.....very thought-provoking......

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  2. IndraniOctober 16, 2015 at 9:26 AM

    Very thought provoking!Discontent is often the cause of misery.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 16, 2015 at 7:48 PM

      On the other hand, discontent can lead to creativity.

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  3. UnknownOctober 16, 2015 at 10:59 AM

    This is brilliant!

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  4. Sunshine-struckOctober 16, 2015 at 12:15 PM

    By the time we know we have pass through the stages and know what is real, we get old and lose physical vigor. Life is funny for an outsider!

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    1. Sunshine-struckOctober 16, 2015 at 7:35 PM

      Corrected*

      By the time we pass through the stages and know what is real, we get old and lose physical vigor. Life is funny for an outsider!

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    2. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 16, 2015 at 7:53 PM

      True. The process is pretty long. Quite many people are happy being fake!

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  5. UnknownOctober 16, 2015 at 1:17 PM

    Thats such a beautiful insight!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 16, 2015 at 7:55 PM

      Personal experience, in fact. ... Thanks for the compliment.

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  6. Namrata KumariOctober 18, 2015 at 1:58 AM

    Inspirational! And I thought, I am the unlucky one. :)

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  7. Roohi BhatnagarOctober 18, 2015 at 8:58 PM

    Good one :)

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  8. Titas BiswasOctober 22, 2015 at 1:38 PM

    Um......Have a look at the name of my blog!

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  9. Titas BiswasOctober 22, 2015 at 1:38 PM

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