he opens the box labelled "life" and examines its contents.
a blanket hand-stitched with hope, perseverance, and comfort
draped over a teddy bear stuffed with fearful nightmares, and heartache.
a blue jar labelled "sadness", containing fluttering butterflies symbolizing joy.
a ticket for the rollercoaster he's finally tall enough to ride, with no warning of the endless ups and downs.
that two-minute rush of adrenaline followed by hours of motion sickness.
this child is now twenty six.
he is staring at the empty box labelled "life" -
at the worn-out blanket lying next to the teddy bear's stuffing -
at the shards of blue glass and butterfly corpses -
at the torn up carnival ticket.
he regrets ever accepting this gift.
this is a very real story of a very fictional box and a very non-fictional human.
now, this very real ultra violet remarkeyable is here to tell you that you have been given your very own box labelled "life" for your very own unique reason. all you have to do is discover what that reason is. only then, i think, will you truly appreciate your very unique little box.
my butterflies are alive and well. i hope yours are too.