I recently saw this quote on Facebook and it struck a chord with me.
I think one reason it struck a chord is because it rather sums up the ‘support’ I get from my family. If I fold my wings up and act all caterpillary when I see them, then all is well.
Another reason is that sometimes I wonder why I have embarked on this journey, what I seek to gain from it, where I want to go. But then I realise that this doesn’t really have any bearing on the fact that I am who I am; I’m not a caterpillar any more, whether I like that or not. I’m a butterfly.
And I have wings.