Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Growing out of our old selves
I didn't write this story, and thank who ever did. The sculpture above was created by Elizabeth Ostrander www.elizabethostrander.com
This story applies to everybody.
"Along a dusty road in India there sat a beggar who sold cocoons. A young boy watched him day after day, and the beggar finally beckoned to him.
"Do you know what beauty lies within this ugly chrysalis? I will give you one so that you might see for yourself. But you must be careful not to handle the cocoon until the butterfly comes out."
The boy was enchanted with his gift and hurried home to await the butterfly. He laid the cocoon on the floor and became aware of a curious thing. The butterfly was beating its fragile wings against the hard wall of the chrysalis until it appeared it would surely perish before it could break the unyielding prison. Wanting only to help, the boy swiftly pried the cocoon open.
Out flopped a wet, brown, ugly thing which quickly died.
When the beggar discovered what happened, he explained to the boy, "In order for the butterfly's wings to grow strong enough to support him, it is necessary that it beat them against the walls of its cocoon. Only by this struggle can its wings become beautiful and durable. When you denied it the struggle, you took away its only chance for survival."