Think about it...
There they are in the dark. Warm and comforted by the protection and safety of their cocoon. Sleeping really. Waiting. Content for the most part. Not realizing what is to come. Existing. Sometimes happily.
Then they change and start growing. Transforming during this time. Becoming something new and shedding the old. They are not what they once were but they are not yet what they are meant to be.
I imagine the growth time is somewhat painful for the fragile creatures. Their wings are tight and restricted. They hurt inside the womb. They push against the walls in the darkness and cry for release. Their growth has come to the point that it cannot be denied and they must become something else to survive. Nothing else matters but that their painful struggle end and they be set free.
Our painful times are like that... we have wings but they're bound. We can't move but we are growing, even though we don't realize it is growth. We can't breathe. We can't see anything but the darkness. There is no more and no less in our minds than this excruciating existence and our very real need for it to end.
The butterfly has to go through the struggle so that their wings are strong enough to carry them to flight once they break free. Our struggles are the same. Through the pain we gain an inner strength so that when we've broken through what was once safety but now has turned into a tomb, we can finally fly and be all that we were meant to be.
It is our destiny.
Whatever your darkness, know this one thing. It is temporary. When you are strong enough to crack open that shell ~ you will be stronger than you ever thought you were previously. Gaining strength takes time and is not a comfortable process. You will be transformed. Trust me.
The view from the sky is amazing!
Nothing like it... flying free......... {{{{{hugs}}}}}
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