A little worm, crawling eating, how can you know from this lowly creature that it will turn into a beautiful butterfly?
I sometimes think of all life as similar to the butterflies, sometimes you have to crawl on the ground before you can soar through the air. People would be happier remembering that.
1 comment:
How philosophical!
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Hello, I’m from Asia. I casually visit your blog and find it so interesting. You’ve got a pretty nice blog.
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