There was once a creature who began its life in the shadows, crawling close to the earth, unseen and easily forgotten.
It did not fly. It did not shine.
But it never stopped growing.
The elders say that before the butterfly was wings and wonder, it was struggle — wrapped in silence, hidden in stillness.
In that quiet cocoon, the world forgot it.
But it did not forget itself.
And when the time came, it did not burst forth in rage or noise.
It unfolded, slowly — colors blooming from what once was ordinary.
Not to impress, not to be admired… but because it was finally ready to be true.
The butterfly teaches us that transformation is not loud, and healing is not always visible.
It whispers:
"Do not fear your waiting seasons. The dark does not mean the end — it means something is preparing to bloom."
So wear your colors. Spread your wings.
Not because you are flawless, but because you have become.
And that, above all, is beautiful.
