Still And Emerging

Before I was old enough to delight in magic, and then too old to believe in it, I thought we were all like the butterfly. I thought that our adult lives were separate and able to escape the scars from learning to run.
What if our scars are our chrysalis, what if we are in an eternal state of emerging, breaking free, breaking open? Always feeling our way from one beautiful thing to another; searching for sustenance.
Right? What if we could spread what we learn along the way, to the other butterflies in our world? What lessons, what sustaining tidbits would you share with me?