I really love this question I saw on the Internet once,
“Do caterpillars know that they’re gonna be butterflies or do they just build the cocoon and be like, what am I doing?”
I laughed, lovingly of course, at the idea of this puzzling thought in a poor caterpillar’s mind.
Fast forward to yesterday while exploring the forest barefoot, listening to rustling leaves and wild boars scuttling past, I sighted this butterfly and the question fluttered into my head — almost like the forest’s whispering it in my ears.
Ahh no, the butterfly probably doesn’t know why it has to build a cocoon, indulge in a long siesta and that it’s gonna wake up gorgeous with wings.
Just like how we won’t know at times why are we placed in situations that are uncomfortable with no explanation — why do we carry on doing things with no end in mind, why this life, why us, why me?
I’ve always needed to know, to understand. But maybe sometimes, like the caterpillar — it’s best to question less and just do, just be.
SHENAYOGA 