Post by wynter on Jul 30, 2005 0:17:02 GMT
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched
the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its
body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making
any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it
could and it could go no farther. Then the man decided to
help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped
off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The
man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected
that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand
to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its
life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.
It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand
was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for
the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were Nature's way of
forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that
it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from
the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If
Nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it
would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could
have been.
And we could never fly.
One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched
the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its
body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making
any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it
could and it could go no farther. Then the man decided to
help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped
off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The
man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected
that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand
to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its
life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.
It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand
was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for
the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were Nature's way of
forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that
it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from
the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If
Nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it
would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could
have been.
And we could never fly.