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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
We humans have immense capabilities. And with that we can achieve immense greatness , do immense good or immense evil . It comes to us how we use our capabilities.. Will we let the future question us , we stand in the present hands folded doing nothing as we let grave injustice take place . They say patience is a virtue .. I say patience during such times is a virtue that befits the weak . This is the time for courage to stand up and make your presence on this earth felt . We let a murder of a pregnant elephant a most heinous crime happen in our land in our times yes , once again .. remember it has happened before … we let a terrible wrong happen with a lady doctor on night duty . Will we allow these perpetrators go un punished .. Will the parents of the lady doctor who was brutally raped and plundered become a file that will in course of time gather dust ! As the mute dead body of the mother elephant and her unborn child get buried in our earth . The parents of the doctor crying to be heard … Today is that day when history will ask us .. what we did we do ! Did we sit back and watch the news or demand for those answers to correct the wrong ? Putting a temporary black profile picture on our social is a cog in the wheel of change .. ask , keep asking , demand .. raise voices till we see justice . Justice matters as the lives of every living being on this earth . |
| You DO know what happens to a poor little suffocated caterpillar BEFORE he breaks free into a beautiful butterfly. Yeah. He is confined to a cocoon. Hot. Stuffy. Lonely. The lights have long since gone out. I can't ask the caterpillar but I assume it is NOT a pleasant experience. Much like our trials on this life journey. I don’t know if caterpillars have anxiety, but maybe. I mean, it seems a legit situation for the breeding ground of anxiety. Does the caterpillar even realize what the cocoon is producing in him? Does he know in the depth of his caterpillar heart that better days are coming? Does he know it is actually a shelter for him while he grows? Does he know he is destined to be a beautiful, soaring, fearless butterfly? So. I guess I am saying that perhaps that thing you thought was destroying you, is actually saving you - preparing you - growing you - changing you - a metamorphosis from pain to purpose - ashes to beauty - caterpillar to butterfly. I think the very coolest part of the butterfly's metamorphosis is THIS - the cocoon gets left behind “in the dirt”, never to be of use again! Ever. The long dark night finally ends. Morning has come. The cocoon is unraveled into perfection. Fly little butterfly. It is time. |
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