I Am A Butterfly
Praising my being with the power of storytelling.
Once upon a time, I was just a little butterfly with big dreams. I loved flowers so much that I desired I could live in them till my last breath. The rain made me happy, and I enjoyed flying around, feeling the wind beneath my colorful wings.
People often said that I was cute, kind, and full of curiosity. My mind was filled with thoughts of being good and doing good, and my heart was sensitive to the feelings of humanity. I adored the sunshine, the gentle glow of the moonlight, and the sparkling stars in the night sky. I loved deeply and wholeheartedly, and I admired those who showed compassion. Life was like a beautiful dance for me. I kept my heart open and took great pleasure in each passing moment.
I was not like other butterflies. I could easily cry, and I never hid my emotions. I believed in showing the truth in my eyes. I had a special gift with words, painting my world with them to let everyone know who I truly was. Sometimes, I found solace in silence and solitude. The quiet made me feel complete. I didn’t like loud noises, but I would raise my voice when I saw cruelty happening to my fellow beings. I dreamed of a world filled with softness, tenderness, lots of sweetness, and of course cuteness.
I had a unique sense of artistry within me. I wanted to touch the lives of millions and inspire them. My heart felt both joy and pain deeply. I had the courage to dream big and the faith to make the impossible come true. My wings carried the hope that I wished to spread to all corners of the world.
One day, as I fluttered among the flowers, a gentle breeze whispered in my ear, “Little butterfly, your dreams can come true if you believe in yourself.” I listened to the wind’s advice and started to work towards my dreams. I shared my words of kindness and compassion with others, words that I crafted with so much care. This way, I began to touch the hearts of those I met by plan or by chance.
People started to see the beauty in the softness and tenderness I believed in. As a result, they, too, began to hope and dream of a better world and how it can benefit us all equally. I watched as my wings carried messages of hope and love and felt deep-rooted happiness and a sense of fulfillment.
In the end, I realized that being a butterfly was not just about flying and living in flowers. It was about offering compassion and hope to transform this world into its more graceful version. I was a butterfly with a purpose, and I would continue to flutter my wings, making a difference one heart at a time.
And so, my story as a little butterfly with big dreams continues. It is filled with an unshakable belief that even the smallest of creatures can make this world a better place through love and kindness.
