I think humans might be like butterflies; people die every day without many other people knowing about them, seeing their colors, hearing their stories… and when humans are broken, they’re like broken butterfly wings; suddenly there are so many beauties that are seen in different ways, so many thoughts and visions and possibilities that form, which couldn’t form when the person wasn’t broken.
So it is not a very sad thing to be broken, after all.
It’s during the times of being broken, that you have all the opportunities to become things unforgettable.
But butterflies need to know, that it doesn’t matter at all if the whole world saw their colors or not. But what matters is that they flew, they glided, they hovered, they saw, they felt, and they knew.
And they loved the ones whom they flew with. And that is an existence worthwhile.
― C. JoyBell C.
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