Butterfly Man

I don't know. When I need to write something, I prepare for it by fetching paper and pen something makes me write these words ''I don't know''. What is the reason of it? I don't know.

Have you noticed? I said ''I don't know''. Was that by chance? I don't know…

I don't want it to be continuous. I need it to be temporary. As to know more is the stimulus for being calm, not to quarrel with yourself, especially at the time when your inner world needs peace. I really need it and I won't make myself sick with opinions of misunderstanding. No, under no circumstances, nothing can bother me if I don't let it.

In any case today I was wondering about one similarity. People are like butterflies. We think they live short… Just one day. But we live shorter. Who said our life is the years we count, it's the days or maybe hours we really live. The only one who is guilty in this situation is the person whom you see in the mirror.

You know, UNFORTUNATELY there is a difference between us and butterflies. Usually they make our life brighter, they show us the beauty of their appearance. But instead of admiring, we make them feel pain. I want us to be like them, to share our kindness and light with people that surround us. And if they make us feel that pain by turning our light off we should never fell down. Just to show them how ugly they become when they act so.

And FORTUNATELY there is a difference between people and butterflies. When people kill them, they die, but when people ''kill'' each other not always person dies. He or she becomes stronger to live longer and to protect our beautiful souls, souls of butterfly beauty and humans strength.

They know how to be gorgeous for the others and how to be strong for theirselves.