My Life is a Larva within a Cocoon
"I was a
larva. For years after my birth, I fed on the leaves I grew up around, piece of
beautiful flowers – as a matter of fact; I ate through things like Eric Carle’s
“Very Hungry Caterpillar.” I’m done
gorging myself with new things though – I know what’s good to eat, and what’s
poisonous now. I’m full to the brim, and I’ve progressed as far as I can go. So
now I have to evolve, ascend.
"I am a
larva within a cocoon. A hard shell protects me from predators that would feast
upon me. This shell does another thing my crunchy exoskeleton does not – it
hides me from the world, and provides a home for me as I go through my final
metamorphosis into something completely different from what I used to be. Don’t
worry; I’ll still be myself! I’ll have the same thoughts, and many of the same
worries and dreams. What will be different is my body, and what it can do. I'll be able to soar in the sky.
"Nobody can
tell me whether I’ll be a moth or a butterfly whilst I lie within my cocoon.
Sure, they can place bets, but nobody can command me to be one or the other. Of
course, we all know that I’m going to be a butterfly – graceful, colorful, confident
and bright!"
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