A butterfly landed on me today. It stayed there for a while. The sun was shining and I felt it’s embrace as the rays melted into my skin. It’s interesting how such a small, unimposing creature can instill a sense of anxiety in me. The Butterfly was so small and fragile, and somehow it still made me nervous. There are many plants it could have landed on. There were trees and shrubs and flowers and rocks the Butterfly could have flown to. The bustling wind could have easily redirected its course. The open air is so much bigger than the Butterfly. Compared to its environment the places to end up are infinite. Yet it landed here on me. I sat frozen, not wanting to let it leave. But the Butterfly was not concerned with what I was doing. It’s never concerned. The Butterfly simply exists. It doesn’t struggle, instead it floats on. It doesn’t force itself somewhere it is not meant to be. The Butterfly flutters and rests and nourishes itself all before it continues floating along to the next destination, going only where it feels naturally pulled to by the gravity of life’s events. I began this moment so fearful of this unfamiliar presence that had made itself at home on my freckled skin. The Butterfly left me. I watched it flutter and float as it decided it was time for a change. The breeze gusted but the Butterfly simply carried on effortlessly. As the current switched directions and loose leaves cut through the air, there was the Butterfly, simply being.
Sam Pursues 