in 1992, a child is born
and handed a gift.
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.
- v.m
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.