I knew a butterfly once. She left her planet to see what Earth was like. And every day she flew around, her magic was seen through one child's eyes. The child couldn't help herself, she had to say hello up close. So she grabbed a net, caught the butterfly, put it in a jar, and twisted it closed. The first day was all about you're-so-beautifuls, I-love-yous, and tell-me-what-you-ares; and oh how the butterfly loved it. She twirled and showed off her colorful wings, teaching the child and herself about friendship. The next days and weeks that followed, the child paid close attention to her new special friend. But then, the excitement wore off, and the days in the jar grew cold and lonely, like a sunset that would never happen again. Like an end. Like all childish attempts at owning a piece a magic, and not knowing enough to understand...that fascination does not mean love, but instead leads to forgetting. That the GO GO GO of the world is not supposed to come first, but only and always after LETTING. So when the child came back to say hello, on one of her most boring of days, and the jar was empty with dust...she wept because she thought her butterfly had died. Little did she know, the lid was unscrewed of its rust. And just a few doors down it lived freely now, in another's garden - who stole it one day, saying, "when it's a rescue, it's not stealing, take it, you must." And maybe this small story is about anything we give our all to and give up on in a flurry...or maybe it's about love that isn't really love, but a void filled in a hurry. You decide. Just be careful when you capture butterflies of any kind.
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