We begin as an egg, a tiny fragment in a universe constantly expanding. Whether we ask for it or not, we grow due to forces outside of our own understanding.
There is no controlling nature, how it morphs us from an egg into a needy consuming insect.
Devouring what is around us, absorbing, and taking. We’re nothing more than the lowest form of worm, using what is in front of us to expand our own growth.
We are caterpillars in this world.
Starting off as nothing and then using what is within our born nature to consume and take what is ours.
It is survival of the fittest.
We feed ourselves the fuel needed because with power comes greed and more fuel, growing our ego and our personal worth.
Every caterpillar starts off small, you see, until it begins to devour nature and life around it. But it isn’t the caterpillar’s fault; it’s growing and growing as ugly as it may be to the rest of the world.
Its ugly wormy features have a purpose.
There is always a purpose.
It isn’t until a caterpillar must shed its own skin by molting, does it give it a chance to expand and grow. It cannot grow without shedding dead weight.
And then finally there is the pupa, a stage where a caterpillar begins the chrysalis phase. It has stopped growing, but now it begins a different part in its life. It is now the moment of metamorphosis, the moment of true and real change.
On the outside there is just a dried up cocoon. But on the inside, there is a transformation happening beyond anything anyone can ever imagine.
We might start off as eggs.
We might become an ugly caterpillar.
But we can convert from our self-indulging ways and we can learn to be a little less selfish.
If we can shed our old skin and go inside for a period to self-reflect, then maybe, we can transform in the way a butterfly does.