There are many beginnings and ends in this world.
Like when a caterpillar ends its life as a caterpillar and makes its cocoon,
It leaves everything it knows behind,
It trusts life's process and it becomes something greater and more beautiful than what it once was.
Or when a seed is planted and becomes a beautiful breath-taking flower. It also becomes something greater than its self.
And I wonder if the same goes for humans too.
I have struggled for a long time, but I have become a better person out of it.
But some struggles stay.
Will the struggle always be there?
Or will that end and something else begin?
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
There are many beginnings and ends in this world.
Like when a caterpillar ends its life as a caterpillar and makes its cocoon,
It leaves everything it knows behind,
It trusts life's process and it becomes something greater and more beautiful than what it once was.
Or when a seed is planted and becomes a beautiful breath-taking flower. It also becomes something greater than its self.
And I wonder if the same goes for humans too.
I have struggled for a long time, but I have become a better person out of it.
But some struggles stay.
Will the struggle always be there?
Or will that end and something else begin?
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