Butterflies.
A common enough sight in south Florida; two vibrant creatures suddenly fluttering into view, dancing around each other, bumping, jittering, twirling in some exquisitely silly choreographed dance. It makes you smile or giggle or simply watch in an odd sense of peace, but then after one final twirl they turn away, and fly off in completely opposite directions, never to see each other again. What would you feel?
It made me sad, watching them coast away from another, wondering where that bond they had seemed to share disappeared to. It made memories bubble up from their corners in my head. It made me think.
What if that is what my life is like?
What if life is just beautiful silly moments that should last forever but then are suddenly gone? Is life just moments of two people finding each other by chance, dancing around one another with smiles and laughs and pure silliness you might think is love and then gone, as the lazy south breeze moves?
Not that it’s bad so far, if that’s my life. A compilation of pure fleeting moments and few periods of shared adoration. The endings are swift, and may leave the hint of a bitter sweet taste in your mouth. But maybe I’m not meant to love one for all of time. Maybe I’m made to love as many as I can, at least for a little bit of time. Soaring about through life, I’m a butterfly, sharing as much love as I can, even if it may not be returned.
So, maybe I’m also a butterfly who maybe read too many fairy tales while she was a caterpillar, and always wanted some things she could never have. A fluttering tumbling mess of a butterfly tossed about in the wind, still dreaming of finding the one dance partner, who will fight against the not so lazy breeze. Maybe they’ll pull me out from the grasp of this wind that holds me, and hold me instead. Maybe I will be able to love just one, instead of bumping about into others, and praying for a moment that will last.
And maybe, that’s just a dream. Maybe then my doom is to be of bitter sweet endings that come too soon, or of a journey that never ends.
But how am I to know? After all, I’m still only a butterfly.
Yay little rambles. Please, tell me what you think? Hope you enjoyed~
-TwitchyPidge