Edwin
My pain is everywhere.
Unseen,unheard,and unspoken...
I've been shedding tears all along...The sound of her cry travels through the rain...
Embrace the sadness.
Grief quiets the sound of the beating heart,even if I have no voice...
Grief quiets the sound of the beating heart,even if I have no voice...
Struggle
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 could go no further.
The man decided to help,so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.The butterfy then emerged easily.But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continue to watch it because he expected that at nay moment,it's 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 theman in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the stuggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing out fluid from the body of the butterfly into it's 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.
The man decided to help,so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.The butterfy then emerged easily.But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continue to watch it because he expected that at nay moment,it's 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 theman in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the stuggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing out fluid from the body of the butterfly into it's 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.
hate and sadness...
Sunday, 10 May 2009;5/10/2009 09:21:00 pm
