Thursday, April 29, 2010
This is an anecdote recounted to me by a friend. It is not original, but let me present it via my own perception.
The butterfly saw a forlorn tadpole crying in one corner of the muddy stream, "Do you have a toothache?" she asked the tadpole.
"A toothache? Where did you get that ridiculous idea?" he sniffed, and turned his back at her.
"Because you're crying. Only a toothache could make me cry," she teased.
"I'm glad I don't have teeth like those two-legged creatures," he smirked.
"Then, you should stop crying. It's not the end of the world- whatever it is," the butterfly fluttered her gossamer wings and circled him.
"Because I'm so ugly. I don't have hands. I don't have feet. All I have is this long slimy tail!" he wailed out loud.
The butterfly looked at him quizzically and a smile slowly crept into her proboscis.
"You're so immature," she fluttered her forewings and settled atop a sprig. "You're beautiful. Look inside you and you will see the truth. Soon that truth will be evident, and you'll have your arms and legs, but will you appreciate them?"
The butterfly looked at the tadpole knowingly and then without another word, flapped his beautiful, colorful wings away from him.
Photo by kevincole