Jan 28, 2013 General Blogging
Posted by Allison
There once was a very stubborn caterpillar.
All around him, the other caterpillars couldn’t stop talking about how excited they were to change into butterflies. The big change was going to be a scarey one, and a lot of work, but it would be worth it, they pontificated. Pushing themselves in this way would make them stronger, better, happier.
But the stubborn caterpillar was happy as a caterpillar. He liked crawling along tree branches and eating big, green leafs. He didn’t want to change his life at all.
His caterpillar-y friends could do little more than shake their heads.
“He isn’t living up to his potential,” some whispered behind his back. “If he only worked harder and focused, he’d be on his way to becoming a butterfly.”
“He is afraid,” others theorized, when the stubborn caterpillar was out of earshot. “He’s scared that he might not like being a butterfly, so he’s pretending to be happy as a caterpillar.”
“He doesn’t understand what he is missing,” still others would say. “Once we become butterflies, our lives before will be insignificant. He just doesn’t understand that the pain will be worth the reward.”
When it came time, the caterpillars made their cocoons, one by one. All but the stubborn caterpillar, who was not bound by the laws of Mother Nature in our tale and simply went on being a caterpillar.
Was he lazy? Maybe. But he was happy.
Was he afraid? Maybe. But he was happy.
Was he missing out? Maybe. But he was happy.
And on his little caterpillar-y death bed, he breathing his last breath never once regretting the fact that he choose to be happy in life rather the feel pressured to constantly grow and evolve and be someone else’s idea of better.